Village Elder, Islwyn looked busy this afternoon.
I spied him in my field , dragging branches to the ever growing bonfire mound.
He had been pottering around the graveyard,
The graveyard he has unofficially manicured for well over a decade.
He waved.
We talked about Gentleman Farmer Ralph
He and Islwyn had been good friends.
“ The family said that they can almost see Ralph’s graveyard plot from his farm “ Islwyn said and I nodded looking across the valley to Ralph’s farmhouse standing proud to the South West “Pity for them there was not a hole in the hedge“ he added.
I noted that the branches in his hands were the size of a small new hole in the graveyard hedge.
from Going Gently https://ift.tt/30RY8z8
ليست هناك تعليقات:
إرسال تعليق