Poem: ‘The Valley of the Stour with Dedham in the Distance’
Emily Hasler, 22 February 2018
o England, the time we thought your cows were cricketers the sun was blinking round like an uncle saying o o o very quietly to his feet the fizzed out grass beery river thick with weeds water meadows endless even the church kept winking on the horizon popping between poplars bending willows standard oaks a tower too grand a digression ups downs trade booms mills puritans buried by law in wool...
