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This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.

But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.

Thursday, 25 August 2016

The Valley

There is a certain valley
On the way from Haywards Heath
With a viaduct above
And pasture flowing beneath
Emerging from a closed wood
The bridge's gate posts beat
Out time and mark the space
Until nothing but that rhythmic
Void and views of fields and
Grazing beasts.
Long enough to gaze upon
Short enough to hold enrapt
Until by woods again you're trapped
And all those perfect views are gone.
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