All is blue sky
All is county wide charm
Victoria sponge, clotted cream
Pot of tea for two
Yet see how the breeze
Blows my fine, thinning, hair
Yes, you see how the shadows
Reflect overheard conversations
I have a photograph
Taken on a previous visit, it is of
The bell-tower, with weather vane
Butterfly wings, to fly us into the past
