Norfolk Giants

Along the
road just
around the
gravel
bend

past the soft
fern
and the silver
brook

through the daisy
chain maze of
your childhood

across fields and past
the red barns
where rabbits
hide
soft eared amongst
the bails
with this seasons
warm babies

rolling over the
tops of those mountains
where
your eyes always
traveled
to the
dark caravan of
giants
walking east
their eyes eternally caught
on the line of the
distant ocean.

And,
oh,
how you longed
to join them.