By Friars Well

It's a nowhere place, where you'll never be
Or even contemplate to find, or ever see
It's just a field, by a hamlet, by Friars Well
A moment in time, under the summer's spell
 
Maybe it's one last chance, before the ploughs
For me to leisurely cross, for this track allows
So feet fall firmly, on stubble and sun baked mud
Traversing to the other side, from where I stood
 
And when I'm there, yonder, I won't look back
As the way's ahead and there's no time, to slack
For it's a nowhere place, it's just an empty field
Where you'll never be, for in the past, it's sealed