Pictures from the mind.

I watched as he plodded home keeping between the drills.

Reins slung over his right shoulder

The grey mare sauntering behind

Chewing from a well earned nosebag.

Hat in hand, head bowed in prayer

The chimes of the Angelus bell ringing out

6pm – the village church some 4 miles away.

He lifted the latch on the half-door

Whistled the sheepdog, beckoned to me

It was milking time.

Later we’d sit, drink tea and eat chunks of home made bread.

I well recall the night you died.

(c) Chris Black 2017.

 

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