Hayling’s Peace
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- Written September 2024
Looking like gardeners clothed in habits,
Ploughing the clay, driving out rabbits;
Forerunners of puritans
Choosing a life of thou-shalt-nots,
But promised a passport to heaven,
Rubber-stamped by a good turn a day.
But all’s that left are ruined relics
Of pillboxes and gun-placements
In a fight for supremacy of a continent,
Scarred by rivalry and greed,
With a monument to remember the dead
And this beautiful garden,
Which those monks would surely have loved.
At Sinah Warren Hotel, Hayling Island
July 2024