Poem

Wardlow

Once

Our lives were built like these limestone walls

Stone by stone

Hewn from the earth.

Fiddlers in “The Bull’s Head”

Bowed for lead man and shepherd alike

Jigs reeling across

Our sweet green  pastures

Where  lambs grew fat

And other places

Seemed so

Faraway.

But now

Our lives are like the vehicles on the turnpike road

Flashing by

To satnav destinations.

Strangers in barn conversions

Chase magazine dreams and eat

Fajita ready meals.

Even “The Bull” has gone -

Like the school -

And what we had

Seems so very

Faraway.