View From The Downs - July 2015

View From The Downs – July 2015

by Roger Linn

There are days, even in summer, when the view from the Downs is not all it might be, especially when the south-westerly wind brings us warm rain from the south Atlantic.

 

A Summer Rain

The massive yew tree greenly heaves

Against the westering rain.

Swifts are huddled in household eaves,

The sky’s a darkening stain.

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The river rises hour by hour

Along the leaning bank.

Cloudheads climb in muddled towers

Driving rank on rank.

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The cricket’s off, no play today,

Sandwiches stiffly bend.

The groundsman has to earn his pay

On the marsh at the rugby end.

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Sodden cattle, steaming, huddle

Beneath the hedge’s lee.

The tennis court’s a giant puddle

The lawn’s an inland sea.

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The Beacon’s drably clothed in mist,

Whispering windows weep.

Children’s faces damply kissed,

The dog is drowned in sleep.