SALISBURY LANDSCAPES POEM 13

The weather is hot and dreamy today, like the day I took this photograph. Coming across a pasture with cows, I took a photograph and then ran along to tea.

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"They clung to the purple moors behind and around their dwelling - to the hollow vale into which wound between fern-bank first, and then amongst a few of the wildest little pasture that ever bordered a wilderness of heath, or gave sustenance to a flock of grey moorland sheep, with their little mossy-faced lambs: - they clung to this scene, I say, with a perfect enthusiasm of attachment." Charlotte Brontë

Pasture

Before we part I must tell you something,

Something secret and true meant just for you,

I have not held back for I love you dearly,

Patiently you wait and contemplate.

We have spent many hours together sharing,

And I feel close to you as a family,

So I tell you how I feel and what I do,

But of all the things I know is you.

The tiresome day creeps across the ground,

Its shadow moving as the time moves on,

Unperturbed you know your patient bent,

I would chew with you to contemplate.

I cannot lie here waiting with you now,

For time collects me as a keeper to a goal,

Before we know it the time has come for tea,

It is meet to hurry for this treat.

“There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea.” Henry James