In 2017 Ines sat with Liam under a tree in Avebury

She was topless but nobody really cared

As this was the Summer Solstice

And the day was piping hot

 

In a Wiltshire town not far away

An old man was listening to his radio

The Archers was just about to finish

When he closed his eyes

And did not open them again

 

I had not realised that the old man had died

Until I read his short obituary in the local paper

Ines and Liam had returned to their high powered jobs

Where they hid their new age beliefs for fear of ridicule

 

 

Wiltshire Stations

I composed this quiet poem

About ten days later

Whilst travelling on a train

To pass the time between stations