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The cottage has changed
And not only the cottage itself
For buildings exude more than just their fabric
They say something about their owners
About their occupants
About their time

When last I was here
The dwelling communicated a solitary inhabitant
In touch with nature and self-sufficient
Sustenance from the land was evident all about
The stonework looked as old
As the wood by which it stood

As I look at it now
Gone is the garden produce
Replaced by manicured lawn and parking area
It radiates the clean and safe refurbishment
Of the commuted family
It even looks new

Thankfully, the lane remains the same
The footpath by the clough is still here
Over the stile and into the wood
Thick with the scent and colour of bluebells
A pheasant calls
A jay takes sudden flight

The canopy is still quite light
Spring is still quite young
Ferns unfurl their fronds among the wood rushes
And pink purslane grows strongly on either side
As the undulating path
Criss-crosses the tumbling stream

Nothing has changed here
Perhaps a few less feet tread this way
Certainly no other traveller passed today
Yet, only a stone’s throw away the mills are now apartments
Strange that the flock at the church
Is no bigger than yesterday!

A less allegorical flock
Is grazing the pasture
As we leave the wood behind
It has been a good start to the year
For, with every ewe
A brace of lambs

So, too, the meadows are as I remember
A rare thing in such an age
The ancient field system is still intact, and
The village is little changed except for the cars
So, with the circuit complete,
How will it look when next I visit?

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