Scarborough Fair

The war was finally over, so Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme were all waiting in anticipation by the clover, standing in the town square all dressed up to the nines, wearing their bodice gowns and bonnets trimmed with lace and ribbons, and talking amongst themselves while looking at the clock tower time, finally hearing the sound of trotting horses hoofbeats, while the soft beating of their heartbeats steadily increased, their men in uniforms riding up and quickly disembarking, running up to their ladies while they all cried and hugged one another, the ladies searching their brave mens eyes and faces, looking for signs of war, signs of scars and anguish, wondering if their men will ever be the same, noticing in their eyes, the constant look of pain, slowly walking arm in arm home with them past the Yorkshire military war graves, while they patted their women's pregnant belly's in the midst of a spring rain...