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