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Work in Progress

No hurry
 
Along the lane the view grows wider
as trees shed their leaves. Over the fields
the church tower is plain to see, reaching
down to a slated roof. Inside, new plaster
dries slowly, waiting for fresh lime wash.
It may be done by Christmas, or perhaps
for the New Year. There's no hurry.
 
 
John Bailey
Lincolnshire, November 2004

 


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