The pub:hub of socializing
cherished by the English
for its rituals
beer and idle chat
good grub
a smoke (no more)
but still, the shadowy scent
soaked into wooden beams
and trod-upon tiles
and trod-upon tiles
Sunday lunchin Oxfordshire
nothing to see but sheep
on the hillside
blessed sunshine
hot enough
to justify umbrellas
(but not the rainy day kind)
strong enough
to create shadows
on nearly the longest day
of the year
the sun and clouds
play
throwing down shadows
over this country quilt
the landscape looks so empty
but besides the sheep
there are two of us
with love to my Father
on Father's Day
xx
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