December #poem #walking

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We walked, Dog and me, through Dunwich Forest

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and Westleton Heath

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This poem sort of drifted into my head and fitted both my mood and the scenery

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December

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Wherever we place our faith, in God or nature or another’s face

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Once verdant boughs now sad skinned wraiths begrudge permissive youth its place

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December’s death has gripped the land, once luscious leaves just left to rot

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Brittle skeletal, hope’s becalmed in our lost Eden that God forgot

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We fight the urge to hurry past, desert cold Earth under pleated sky

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 And turn away from its last gasp, all dry and seer where no cloud will cry.

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Yet stop we must, hope’s always there in amongst this season’s dying

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It draws us close, it makes us care as life prepares for a new year’s living.

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Spring forecloses on Winter’s debt, enough to pay for Summer’s lease

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Succour comes borne on a breath that turns the key for each year’s release.

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We stopped by the quaint church in Dunwich.

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It’s not old – 1850s – a reminder of how many churches have been lost to the sea in Dunwich down the years. JWM Turner painted this 

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There’s a relic of that church, a preserved flying buttress that sits in the churchyard. 

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But the most fascinating part of this little church are the remains of a 16th century leprosy hospital.

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We don’t think about leprosy as a British, or even European disease but it was a terror here just as much as it remains so in parts of Africa.

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The congregation regularly collect finds for leprosy charities, a touching link to a less pleasant past. 

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We did enjoy the walk, Dog and me, even though all the usual cafes are closed at this time of year. Maybe that’s a good preparation for Christmas….

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So it’s goodbye from me…

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And him

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published three books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars and Salisbury Square. In addition I published an anthology of short stories, Life, in a Grain of Sand this summer. A fourth book will be out soon. This started life as a novel in a week on this blog and will follow later this year. I blog about all sorts at geofflepard.com and welcome all comments. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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18 Responses to December #poem #walking

  1. willowdot21 says:

    Love trip thanks for taking us along! xxxx

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  2. Lovely poem and accompanying pics of walk. Thanks!
    Winter wheat already showing out here 🙂.

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  3. Erika Kind says:

    Beautiful places you are walking by on your walks. I am not surprised you are highly inspired!

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  4. I enjoyed this gray day tour. The views are calming and refreshing to the mind. 🙂

    Like

  5. dgkaye says:

    Beautiful story Geoff – the bitter and the sweet. 🙂

    Like

  6. restlessjo says:

    A mournful yet beautiful tribute to the year end, Geoff. Love your thoughtful ode, and the closing church scenes. Wishing you a peaceful and joyful festive season. 🙂

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  7. Nice one Geoff. Perhaps you should rename yourselves ‘The Two Ronnies’ 🙂

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  8. Sacha Black says:

    This is my fave line, I love the concept of this, I’d never have thought of the seasons in this way, but its an amazing analogy:

    “Spring forecloses on Winter’s debt, enough to pay for Summer’s lease”

    You ever considered dragon dictation? It’s what I’ve asked santa for, I’ve bought the dictaphone, but I am just thinking you do so many walks, it would be handy to have in your pocket in case your walks bring ideas to the surface… then you don’t have to write them up, the dragon does it for you. It’s worth a thought.

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  9. Love taking these walks with you (and dog). Great photos and thoughts. Also, love the “end” by dog. 😀

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  10. rogershipp says:

    I love walks through history!

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