Fay Slimm.

Wells of Summer.

 

Nostalgia

 

Sun-honied the cobbles of dew-wet round
shine with past hurry of hobnail haste.       


Hot glare of noondays shed need for shade            
while remembered labourers drowsed.


Ticks of antique kitchen clocks still sound
hectic times of committed engagement.


Deep the nostalgia of wells as youth faced
work yet willingly drunk for long hours.