OH, HOW I MISS YOU

Narrow roads of cobblestone
Verdant hills and timeworn homes
Mist and fog and scattered haze
How I miss those shortened days
Winter months rarely brought me down
Dickensian ambience all around
Strong connections in old graveyards
With my roots that lie in the shadows
Wrapped in faint echos

Oh, how I miss you

Walks above chalk and limestone cliffs
Often where Tears for Fears filmed riffs
Climbed up hills to ruined shrines
Overlooking shingle shorelines
Weekend drives to market towns
Bygone castles and battlegrounds
Strong connections to the ancients
Durotriges and Romans and Saxons, 
Hushed by inaction

Oh, how I miss you

--December 2020, Ash Hall