Winchester Glen Poem by Gerry Legister

I am ripped apart by weakness
That tears split and broke open.
Hidden chills and shivering limbs
my sore feet, walking in Winchester Glen.

I need the sun to warm my bone and thighs
thawed bodies squirm pale to have the sun
The mosaic, fleecy scales have gone
Disintegrated fast beneath the skin

Pressure mounted as the heat climbs
Warming my once shivering limbs
But I am free now from the cold horrors
Yet, burning with the heat beneath my feet.

Winchester glen shimmer in the sunshine
As the noisy trucks flow past in a jagged line