Just Wondering

Are those crests of waves

Out beyond the marsh

There isn’t anyone to ask

Why do places close

At the most inopportune times

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Let’s Meet Up

Gemma is ok

Presumably she’s the daughter

Checking up

To see how her mum’s getting on

On her singles date

Actually the café seems to be

Quite a safe place to meet

To begin a new romantic adventure

Not that I’m an expert

It's only what I’ve read

About being visible

Well, the glass windows

Wrap all way round

And outside

There are folks with cameras and binoculars

Also there is no shortage of love

If you listen to the mobile phones

Those frequent infrequent messages

Which all and sundry

Serve from their table:

Bye

See you soon

Love to everyone…

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Memory Land

Not so peaceful

Or soul inspiring

As the bombing range

But at least

I can get a pot of tea

A Cornish pasty

And listen to conversations

Of people deciding where to go next

Even discussing making a list

Of holidays they have been on

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Practice Land

This side of the sea

In a field

Which the farmer

Has already harvested

The geese forage noisily

Occasionally 

Perhaps due to some disturbance

They rise into the sky

For their own military-style manoeuvres

This is my reward

For even though I am wearing inappropriate footwear

(Leather-soled brogues with steel heels)

I have walked the kilometre or so

Along the side of Wainfleet Bombing Range

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Landing Land

The geese are going somewhere

I can hear them

I can see them

I can smell their food

In the farmers

Turned over fields

The moles

Are also on the move

Everywhere I go

I see their hills

And wonder

Does the frost draw them to the surface

Several flocks of geese

Group together

Fly in formation

Before landing in the field

Then they walk in turn

To drink of the fresh water

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