On Reigate Hill

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On Reigate hill in spring-time bloom

we rambled seeking love,

the green stretched out before us

infinity hung above.


We watched as Easy Jets

breezed their final miles,

and later soared through red sunsets

to trolley serviced smiles.


Then walked the ridge-line to the Fort

and breached its last defenses,

our hearts like songbirds captive caught,

entwined, we lost our senses.



◄ The gavel and the gun

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Wolfgar Miere

Tue 21st Mar 2017 20:41

Thanks Stu,

I appreciate the observation you make as some landscapes seem timeless, even if we move differently within them.

Cheers again,


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Stu Buck

Tue 21st Mar 2017 18:11

brilliant david, only the mention of the easy jets grounded me in present day, the rest of it could easily be written during or about any period of time. wonderful and timeless.

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Wolfgar Miere

Mon 20th Mar 2017 22:50

Thanks AMC,

Turner certainly rambled his way around this part of Southern England, I'm heading down to Margate in May and will be taking in some of his history.

Thanks again,


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AM Cash

Mon 20th Mar 2017 18:28

Turner countryside!

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