English Summer

It is a few weeks later
The first two cricket test matches
Have been won

The football season
Has started
But not with quite such good results

The summer does continue
Butterflies
Meander through the garden

Autumn is a good way off
Yet we cannot stop ourselves
Preserving jams in preparation

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Am I Not

I struggle with Hegel
With his sense
With his sensibility

I thought I was ok
With the here
With the now

Here with the sight
Now with the sound
Here with the smell

Now with the taste
Here with the touch
Now with the feeling

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Vantage Point

That outlook
This outlook
Those outlooks
Over fields, and fields, of corn
To the blue, blue-sky horizon

That farmer
This farmer
Those farmers
Ploughing, with tractors
Harvesting, with combines

That summer
This summer
Those summers, never the same

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Woody’s Top

It is
Out in the country
It has
Five en-suite bedrooms
With a hot tub
Round the back

It was
A youth hostel back in the day
It is true, yes, we did once
Hire the place exclusively
For a bunch of poets
To disorientate themselves

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Big To V. Small

Perhaps Capability Brown
Or one of his contemporaries
Planted out
The widely dispersed trees

It is a style
Not yet adapted
To the window box
Or the small terrace garden

Though for sure
The rash of reality TV
Just needs a spark
For it to be off and planting

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