This set of haiku were written on an Arriva bus journey I took on the 03/03/19

Water tower stands

Gathering the autumn rains

For the future now

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Harvesting the winds

The white colossus, erect

Speaking to the sky

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Continuous fence

Imprisoned eyes stare blankly

Wild grey clouds float free

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An ancient yew tree

English churchyard, cawing crows

Spring nibbles the stones

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A thousand year oak

Stands in a much older land

Trapped by modern ways

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Just a market town

History was builded here

It is long forgot