Somewhere in Dorset

Time to sit a spell   
on a crumbling
dry-moss milestone.
 
Ahead,
the road dips and bends
like other roads bend and dip.
 
Ahead,
milestones and gravestones
and faded-varnish benches,
 
‘In memory of…’
 
And then, and then,
bouquet-brightened benches,
 
‘Bide a wee.’
 
Gravestones and milestones
and bends and dips.
 
Time to gather my ragtag bundle
 
Time to sit a spell.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

© coolhermit 2020
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