The Shoot

Wandering down, the field flattens Towards the darkened river. The chestnut moves like a sail Stands aloof in it setting. Yellow canker caress the meadow, Bees lunge into waiting flowers. Smells of distant cows. The dogs running around, Guns on shoulders sounding Across banks of soft fruit. Dreams drifting like clouds, Bounding countries that don’t exist Lost in this mist, heading home Peacefully until the stillness ceases 01.12.18