Standon church, the village and the ford
How the eye will wander as it stares
Lazy cows stand idly by the gate
How deep silence holds and melts our cares.
The heavy load of work, the children’s gaze.
The weight of coppers spoils the father’s clothes
The cake stand gleams, sadistically exposed
The cat sleeps on,while BarclaysBank is closed
We left the car beside the butcher’s shop
Climbed up to the church his mother moaned
She enjoyed the view down this long Street.
Despite the aching of her twisted toes.
Now they’re gone and I stand here alone
I see your face, your eyes,your smiling bones