118. lanes, llanelltyd

she asked how long
i had been here,
over twenty years,
i think.

envy the rural living.

make some,
walk the lanes
each day,
know the places,
to stop,
where berries grow.

where the photograph tree
knows,
what lays beneath.

look at each gentle place,
to keep in a pocket
of love,for that rainy
day, you do not go.

then in mine, in honour
walk the place in mind.

the lanes, llanelltyd.

sbm.
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