My Summer Stile

Glacial debris, long since forgotten,
poked through the bridle track,
jammed between two houses
on its journey from Stockton Lane
to the boundary fence,
where sat a stile,
beyond which a field,
its mature cereal stalks cut by the path,
curving away below
to the tree and the A513.

To the east, pillars of steam
held up the huge pale sky;
the lush forests of Cannock Chase
small beneath it,
Walton High School just a distraction,
a weekday necessity.
This was space
on the edge of town –
freedom; a place to breathe,
renew, a place of solitude.

I often sat here, on the fence,
in balmy evening twilight
infused with magic, a stillness
disturbed only by random
cool puffs of breeze,
relaxing muscle and mind
with the ease of a skilled masseuse;
this was my seat,
my sanctuary,
my summer stile.

About George Fripley
I am a writer who enjoys writing humour, satire, poetry and sometimes a bit of philosophy. I live in Perth, Western Australia and occasionally get a poem or article published. It's all good fun! I have two books available for unwary readers, Grudges, Rumours and Drama Queens- The Civil Servant's Manual (This contains all that anybody could ever want to know about why government runs so slowly) and More Gravy Please! - the Politician's Handbook. (available through Amazon)

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