Poetry: Homecoming by Michael Newman
The Cotswolds / Photo: Matthew Dixon [shutterstock] - Credit: Archant
Michael Newman of Bishops Cleeve, Cheltenham, writes about the feeling of returning to the Cotswolds in his poem ‘Homecoming’
I thrill to my wolds again,
To the winch and the tumble
Of the valleys,
To the crooked willows
Delineating water course,
And the kestrel hovering
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On puppet strings,
Ready to plop.
I thrill to my wolds again,
To the raven’s querulous pitch,
To the storms backing up
Over Birdlip,
And the gather of cranesbill skirts
Along single-track lanes.
I weep for my wolds again,
For the Ancient Woodlands
Rooted out,
For the art of the stonewaller
Laid to moss,
For the beauty spot
Now walled-in and claimed
By Des Res,
Suitably unaffordable.
Each man finds his own poison,
And grows immune.
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‘Homecoming’ by Michael Newman