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| James Hindle was born and raised in our area | |
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Sompting Green Belt by James Hindle
Travelling on the train my yawning eye took in two moments of bright somewhere between an expanse of nowhere Like a laugh down a ward your hedgerows lost all sense a long time since but still it’s tender how they fold their arms around your meadows wandering off. Cow flanked, hoof pocked, bramble patched and rabbit spattered, count the lumps and guess the age you stir me
The sinking sun gives you a glamour, You small and brook broken fields; Was this gold and coppering shock the overgrown and winter brittled white is seemed? Were these soft hollows all that mottled before this mist rolled in and cast this calm complexion?
The light is fading over this, And suddenly your time feels brief As my swift passage past
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