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I have not seen a barley field so still

under the cover of a wide grey sky

as here at 6.00 a.m. in mid July

deep in the farming countryside

near Nether Wallop

the silence of the fields

is reinsured

by the soundproofing of the narrow lanes

made Romanesque or Norman

by their arching trees and tall hedges

with here and there a stretch of pure tunnel

into the light and wonder of a sky

stretching above the barley

there is a kind of silence here

that I have not seen

since the February silence

of a morning frost

that patterned pine trees on the inside

of my bedroom window

near Mt Vernon, Illinois

at 5.00 a.m. way back in ‘82.