The Sussex Downs II

The Sussex Downs,
Sea mist a-top rolling hills dip and fade into chalk dells,
Sheep like snowdrops graze the long barrows,
Blue butterflies skip silently between banana yellow gorse,
Far away the farmer with his yoke and dog walk the stony lane
Harveys best bitter on his mind, driving him on,
Sunset mingles red into orange faces in the sky,
Cloudy, sunlit faces smile down,
The Long Man of Wilmington looks on,
At last, the inn door latch clicks,
The farmer sips his ale,
His dog curled at his feet,
Grandfather clock ticks,
Tick,
Tick,
Tick,
Moonlight,
Another day on the Sussex Downs.



Poetry by JohnJohn
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Written on 2016-05-27 at 19:54

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Kathy Lockhart
Breathtaking! I was almost hearing songs and adoring the artistry of the masters all the while I was reading your most beautiful, delectable, delicate, intricate, bountiful, poetic story. When I came to its end, I had to catch my breath. My body actually MADE me breathe. I had no idea I wasn't breathing. I was so lost inside this amazing place you created with so few words but with just the right words. It was breathtaking.
2016-05-28


shells
Sounds idyllic and I do like a good pint of ale.
2016-05-28