Fay Slimm.

Remembered

 

 

Remembered

 

Sun-honied hard cobbles of dew soaked ground
groans with past hurry of hobnail haste       

       when hot glare of noonday clattered for shed shade           
where remembered labour had once drowsed.

 

Ticks of antique kitchen clocks still chime hourly   
      near forgotten hectic engagements             

when deep the nostalgic wells of duty-claimed 
youth drank willing work for many hours.