On the Threshold

About to step out

A new day, another world

Close the door gently

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n.b. This advice from a colleague of many years ago, whose name I do not recall, but whose face and kind words I have never forgotten. I pass them on here, admitting that it not always advice I followed when younger. I pray that when my final stepping out comes I am able to close that door gently.

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Dedicated to Simon at APG.

CLP 14/01/2020

At the Rutland Arms

They came from afar

Uncertain of what to say

Their loss, our future

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n.b. We gathered to pay respects to one of our own, a fellow Pompey supporter to some, a close friend to a few. We did not know how to do this, but wanted to be together at this time, the first available home game.

We met at a pub close to Fratton Park and talked of Martin and touched philosophically on the inevitable.

After a few simple words in memory of this lovely man, we raised our glasses and expressed gratitude for having known him.

We then went to the game. It was 0-0.

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CLP 12/10/2019

Two Doves

Pure white at first light

Flicker in the grey, rise up

From emptied pasture

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n.b. Where two Devon Red cows had been seen each morning, (until this Wednesday), usually scratching at the wire protecting the young tree, a pair of doves were sitting. I saw them alight their perch and fly up into the dawn. They reminded me of the last of the cattle that once grazed here at Thornfalcon.

CLP 13/09/2019

Ravens

See! Three black crosses

Over the near hill

In ragged flight

Eluding the frozen grasp of the dead elm’s pale fingers

These dark angels

Cast shadows on the celestial blue above

Their croaky echoes claw at my soul

Bringing winter to the heart of summer

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n.b. https://www.rspb.org.uk/birds-and-wildlife/wildlife-guides/bird-a-z/raven/

The call of the raven is distinctive. The web link above offers an almost musical recording of this rattle cry.

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CLP 26/06/2019