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needing refreshment in oswestry,

later rather than sooner,

crept up the chalk painted

staircase, seems to work

well, in this case.

i note the dstressed nature

of the furniture.

this place.

having regular coffee,

a fruit scone will

certainly do,

i listen to the server, who

clasping the china teapot,

tells us revelations

of those who live, who divorce

and warm the ***.

i have to say that

the scone was lovely.

later i bought a potting bench.

sbm.
used to be in wales, now all shropshire,
borders. a small town with plenty to do.

qubed gallery quoted poetry, refinely
drawn. one man left standing, my face
collected.

salt in abundance, ready for the pigs
head, he really was making brawn,
ear stuck from the saucepan, with
plans for brains on toast for tea.

i lost earth and heaven,
read greengage summer instead.

rummer godden.

sbm.
you may be rendered speechless

again.



i have planned the route, refered the destination.



days of memory.



sbm.
Hayley Anderson Feb 2012
A quiver, a leap
The world shivers.Dust
Is this going to change, when will springtime come?
I await the silence

I breath in the beauty of a misguided , disguised peacefullness.
There is so much hope in a dandelion. Oswestry.

You tell me there is faith in the stars
I say the plantery motions can never dictate me.
Silence falls like the rain

I will come again
Call me father
nice message thank you.

yes I shall like to get to know your friends more, they are welcoming.

i like them. there is something special , the more I know her.

have a good time in oswestry, it is a pretty place.

hope your wrist improves.


sbm.
ancient place,  much posting,  signs

for care, letters of fortitude and sadness.



face to the wall.



chair to the wall, sit slightly unbalanced

read, the language,  sentences there.



this one wrote it. wilfred owen.



oswestry heritage.



sbm.
biggest leaves on the high street,

oswald’s tree. no one swept, bothered.


we hurried by seamlessly, or did we?

some of us looked, a few of us bothered.


some of us helped each other. it is

always a nice day in

oswestry.

sbm.

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