Treasure Island

Anthony Stafford

(Atherstone, England)

An Elegy To Buttercombe


Golden rays and silvered dew
Will always remind me of you
With dogs prancing along a sunlit track
And bracken crackling brown and black

And in between the yellowing gorse
A hare skips wild its zigzag course
As deer stand watching so alert
A buzzard calls it’s plaintive flirt

These ten years we’ve been in love
For you as fleeting as a dove
A thousand years you’ve stood your ground
On this rocky Devon hillside bound

Oh Buttercombe, my heart’s delight
But sad for us, our stays finite
We must travel on along life’s story
Whilst you remain in all your glory

Submitted: Saturday, November 09, 2013

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