The road is carved
Into the hillside
Down in the valley bottom
A river flows and sparkles
People walk
Cyclists cycle
Motor bike riders gather
Perhaps for an outing
Today there is the first frost
Of my latest autumn
I take a photograph
Of the silver grasslands
Now I am in the poolside café
Listening to the joyful conversation
Of two middle aged men
In their lycra and so so special shoes
On the wall a long photograph
Of a local climbing attraction
On the counter, flapjack, of all kinds
Is the main offering of the day
