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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.

Monday, 12 September 2016

Notes on Walking

It's bluer than I remember
Free of shade
Just a beating sun
And around me the cracking of ripening wheat
And the crunch of boots on fissured earth.

Pigeons clatter and scatter as I pass.
Turning through a harvested field of sweetcorn
I fill my pack with discarded cobs
A good meal tonight.

Crossing the boundary,
Dipping into a tunnel of trees
On ancient tracks
Shade thick with flies
And greener smells.

In the heat of the sun again before long
Cutting the corner of a churchyard
Winding back through spikes of stubble
To the roar of a modern road.
And home.
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