Feb
18
The Countryman – By Seth Finnegan – Our Poet in Residence
- 18th February 2022
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| Over the Wash between two hips of land |
| The silver water bellies out to sea |
| It is the rich, ancient Estuary |
| And resting on a gate there leans a man |
| Watching as the light fades in the west |
| And lights his pipe held closely to his chest |
| A lemon sun falls slowly from the sky |
| He puffs a plume of smoke into the breeze |
| A veil of shadow wraps the Kenton trees |
| The boats offshore point proudly to the wind |
| It’s cold, the man wipes water from his eye |
| The lights along the coast now glow undimmed |
| He thinks about the Topsham Quay and trade |
| Which brought great treasure taken at the flood |
| For he had then salt water in his blood |
| He sips his pipe again still unafraid |
| His old tobacco kindling new desire |
| The countryman, and in his hand sweet fire |