Sunday, 24 January 2021

North (2021)

 
The High Street was deserted
More than usual
And the Severn, as ever
About to flood 
We scrambled up our worldly goods
And said goodbye to
A year of living dangerously
In Worcester..
Passed unmelted snow 
Glistening on fields under the sun
The sheep grazing hopefully 
Over the powder-flecked green
Going North
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