Salisbury P 001I have been here.

 Not me really.

The collective : my family, my country

Our history.

Past , present and future.

Is here.

On Salisbury Plain.

To witness .

That tank sits covered in moss.

It matches her red hair.

The aged family picture album

Dulled to yellow  and grey.

Once white tents that held out the rain.

His passion to capture the beautiful moments;

Life hungry for more.

Their  love displayed in the rear view mirror.

 The connection between us

When we touch.

A land

Weary with human


Sighs at our daytime excursion.

Maybe even smiles.

Somewhere between the past and the present

Time stands still

When we listen.

Murmuration of the starlings

God’s sighting.


Posted on February 20, 2014, in photo, Poetry, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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