Isolation - Poem by James Tipp
Here as though caught in time in splendid isolation
A home or farmstead nestles in the new sown fields.
Here away from the maddening crowds, a picture of timelessness
The harvest has been and gone the new about to start.
We stand enchanted, amazed, how have you survived?
What stories could you tell those passing by, of other times?
When you really were a lonely farm yard, miles from all.
Today you are an illusion, a photographic opportunity.
For reality lies just a turn away, just a glance, a head turn
For the town is just a step away, the housing estate next door.
Sadly your isolation and mystery have been compromised.
J Tipp Oct 2015
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