In fighting practice

I have moved into the shade
Although the paper
Is still in dappled sunlight
And the shadow of thumb and pencil
Move across the page

The apple tree spreads across more
Than half the garden
On the day before the 4th July
The tree is so very heavily ladened
Though still yet to ripen

The fruits will fall
Some already have
And in the trees many years
Or even more years
Many more fruits have fallen

Yet each summer
And this one in particular
Life returns in abundance
Once again growth springs into beings
Love is here & love is all around us

Overhead
The dull groan of an aeroplane
Memories of two days ago
On the Lincolnshire Wolds
A most peaceful place on earth

Where two jet fighters
In a fighting practice
Two pilots
Moving at many
Hundreds of miles an hour

Where were they going
What were they to know
Showing their skills
Way above the farmer
With his plough

With his rake
With his seed
He moves ever so slowly
Studiously he takes time
He waits for the season

His reason is clear


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