Beside the pond
Which is today’s shelter
At the Open Garden in aid of
Cruise Bereavement Counselling
Who provide someone to talk to
When death comes along
Which it will
When your time, as mine also, must be called
Meanwhile England reach three hundred
In an important game against India
Where a win would be most welcome
When a victory could even be celebrated
I have been to this place before
In quieter times
With not quite so many folk
Milling around in conversation
Back then I sat at the far end
Of the meadow grass
To write about the peace of it all
Where the interwoven willow
Was beginning to provide
A most seasonal shelter
But today it is in full-on sun
With no hints of music in this minstrel’s habitat
No rhythms to disturb or still the chatter
Soon I will have a pot of tea
Perhaps with a scone
Or a cucumber sandwich
