Broad, vocal, happy laughter filled the air
Her resonant conversation filled the moment
Void of anything except innocence
Happy asking directions to deepest Devon
Lad you see I think it is the simple things
That keeps speaking souls sanguineLately we've been forgetting
Later perhaps regretting
Though sometimes not even that
a poem from the collection Watercombe - Love in Open Moorland, available from itunes by clicking on this link