Family Friends

You know those
Family friends
Whose house
Nestles deep
Within a rural village;
Where time follows
Its own wholesome course
And wellies are never far
From being worn
On Sunday walks
Through fields
And quiet footpaths;
Where afternoons
Are your own,
Comfortable in arm chairs
Or at the long lunch
Where the food
Is as fresh as the company
And somehow tastier
For being plucked
From gardens near
And in harvest’s
Flush of giving.

Well,
This is us.
In our thoughts
And in our place,
And in our home
From home.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015

Dedicated to and inspired by Pig Hotel Nr Bath http://www.thepighotel.com

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