Two churches
With a two-sided seat
A bicycle ride in April
To remember the features
All that birdsong
All that mown grass
Time for sheer contemplation
Thoughts way out over the reaches
Young girls and young boys
On their own out here in the country
No fears of the city
Just you and I then beside the beeches
Yet you are in spirit only
No need though for recriminations
Not for we
For we are plain-speaking creatures
