Peter Pacey

Rookie - 54 Points (28/10/48 / Mansfield, Nottinghamshire)

Kenilworth

I settle to compose
And a wood pigeon's tender throb
Lulls me back to Kenilworth
Where all life, or nearly
Was my equal and my friend.
I'd pull the red clay from under the soil
And make a bowl to dry in the sun
And the glistening turd from out of my dog
Was no less lovely.

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