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She had eagerly anticipated
ascending the tower of St Mary's Church
to view as far as Weston on this clear day.
Yet her ageing legs had other ideas:
the narrow perilous stone staircase stretching
ahead as if a vast mountain.
She retreated out of the church
to Old St Mary's across the village,
entering the iron gates to another world
where graves had been moved, it was overgrown,
a rainbow of flowers patrolled by butterflies
the church stripped to its foundations
now with no regrets about the tower,
fully enchanted by nature's power.
ascending the tower of St Mary's Church
to view as far as Weston on this clear day.
Yet her ageing legs had other ideas:
the narrow perilous stone staircase stretching
ahead as if a vast mountain.
She retreated out of the church
to Old St Mary's across the village,
entering the iron gates to another world
where graves had been moved, it was overgrown,
a rainbow of flowers patrolled by butterflies
the church stripped to its foundations
now with no regrets about the tower,
fully enchanted by nature's power.
