Hedging by Bernie Jordan

 

Hedging

 

On the edge of the road

a neat cut hedge;

beyond a statue,

Stone ground guard

Still,

With rifle black against darkening sky.

 

Ploughed terrain

picture perfect with poppies

lies in uneasy peace.

The sound of a lark is tonic for torn memory.

 

I remember the dead beneath my feet

And move on into life.

 

© Bernie Jordan

For Sanctuary Tales 18.11.20

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