Stone Villages

The stone-built villages of England.

A cathedral bottled in a pub window.

Cows dispersed across fields.

Monuments to kings.


A man in a moth-eaten suit
sees a train off heading like everything here 
for the sea 
smiles at his daughter leaving for the East.

A whistle blows.


And the endless sky over the tiles
grows bluer as swelling birdsong fills.

And the clearer the song is heard 
the smaller the bird.

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