Confused by not knowing

Ashford in the Water
Daughter of somewhere on
Close to heaven
Under blue skies
Beside trickling streams
Sweet soulful music with a banjo
Plucked in time
To the sound of the rivulet

This water flows
Along the floor of the valley
Past the doors of grand houses
And the pensioners terraced cottages
In full view of the old man
In his smart suit
With his dear proud lady
Looking serene and smiling

Who would know of
Their trials and tribulations
Their summers, their winters
The autumns of their discontent
As they stroll among
The illusion of contentment
Confused by not knowing
What they're future holds

In the chapel at evensong
Or on the cricket field
Mown these past few mornings
Embroidered with the love
Of an artisans touch

The trickle of fresh water
Fills up the jugs of squash
This year as last, but maybe
No more to be served
With the brown bread
Home made
Cress & cucumber sandwiches


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