In Wells North Norfolk looking to the east
I saw the sun rise like a ball of fire
I loved its glory on this holy day
Yet we’re endangered it may be our pyre
In the evening looking to the west
The sun was falling to its bed,the sea.
From Dawn to Twilight, we could see its path.
And to all the world its vision’s free.
We were in the attic looking out
The sea was hot,love is a noun
The unplanned lanes, the hollyhocks, The birds
Seeking new perspectives of this town.
We saw the sun roll east to west that day.
I would like to kneel, what do I say?