I took a walk the other day along the Wycombe hills. Watched the wind blow cross barley fields.
Watched crows line up in quarrelsome queues on sagging telegraph poles.
Watched busy Friday burrowing away.
Took the time to stop and stare
Feel the rain on my face.
Make shapes of clouds , 'that one's a horse'
Took the time a child has
To enjoy the moment
The time, the here, the now
And you know what, I 'd forgotten how to do it
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