To have this day off from work
To sit at the breakfast table without a care
To look out
Onto the still and settled
Trees of Autumn
Faintly wetted
By the drops of morning dew
Gathered from the light mist
Last night you spoke of rising early
To capture the cloud covered valleys
With protruding treetops
Those words chosen, and spoken
On our way to see our friends Kinfolk play
Their music, at the White Hart in Tetford
We drove past the Youth Hostel at Woody's Top
That was the venue for a writers retreat, a few years ago
It is hazy now, the good memories are almost a dream
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