Westerfolds

Went back to the start

Where our bikes made a print

Over fresh tar

And our squealing delight

Was skating down hill

In the flush of true sight.

Went back to the place

Where seeds became saplings

Became spindly reaching frisky arms

Became solid beauty

Loyal to life

Unsinkable

With a wonderful

Wooded twisty

Tangled hello

Beneath…

to the good soil

our earthen soul.

Went back to the start

To remember

Sometimes the turtle

With a clock

Is marvellous …

Not everything comes

Right now.

A flash of fast reward

Is not the answer

Immediacy

Will never

Replace

Such gorgeous

Waiting.

Not everything

Or everyone is

Ripe at first

Or ready

Til’ later.

Went back to the start

And a mighty tree

Enveloped the day

With

Deep

Thanks

Smiling skywards

In her

Majesty.