On the road

Fields dotted with sheep

accustomed to the commotion

Mountains cloaked in mist

much like our own assumptions

 

Thatch roofed cottages

standing since your great gran was but a girl

The church where she later married

her childhood sweetheart

The pub where he broke up a fight

between two friends 

 

Hawthorn tree

remains undisturbed

in spite of the fact 

they say they don't believe

 

Shrine

on the side of the road

dedicated to someone

I will never know