David Chadwick

A poem for the month - February

New Perspectives

 

From the old milk shed

everything looks different.

The fields are wider,

the fenceposts lean eastwards,

the new shed perches on a knoll;

we have to climb up to it.

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On our morning walk,

slowly pushing the pram,

this old gravel drive

is made new.

We look again through her little eyes;

Examine each stone, each pot-hole,

each ragged weed,

like we used to do.