The bluest sea and sky today
first meet my eye
and the joy of the dogs released
to run free
through meadows of green -
fern-scented its childhood memories,
bright yellow Ragwort, covered in the ladybird red-black cinnabar moths,
earliest sharp-sweet blackberries...
Down through the still-wet woodland
paths, sharp left at the small-holding
with its smell of chickens
and its optimistic morning
washing-line;
on to the edge of the holiday village
and the first walkers,
everyone of whom is greeted
as a long-lost friend
by 'Kitty'
And home over the hazy cliff
to coffee...
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