Memories   Draft ( sketch only )

I called, first for many years  
pulled off the road,    
met Carol, first for many years    
years falling as scales,    
perspectives joining with the past.  
Walks with jack, cuckoos and butterflies      
Scots pines sharing with the birch,    
 clouds and ferns one finds    
 if one takes time. There is time,   
and plenty here as the tractor harvests  wheat.    
Why this wood when all around is wheat?    
Do we ever ask ?    
the lane  that passes by straight between      
two major roads hedges laid and hawks    
perching on the telephone lines (long gone )    
starlings perching ( again long gone ) much is gone    
Yet all remains    
( and that which does not safe within our memory)    
Memories clamber to be heard; pictures to be seen.   
For  some the paint  not dry and never shall    
Memories open to  memory,never still.    
The gate I lean again padlocked, safe.