007 Injun Prow

Let's return geographically to the chalk pits in more recent years.

A year after I took this photograph there was a rock fall and the profile of a face that I saw disappeared - so if you go looking for it you won't find it. That's the value of photography for you.

Indian's Prow

Wrapped in time
and a thin blanket of grass,
ragged aging,
you surveyed the valley changes.
Maybe you closed your eyes too soon
or despair became heavy
upon your eyelids
when the developers moved in
with their heavy percussion.
Maybe you prefer to dream
of the might-have-been
and the might-be
songs for tomorrow.

For today, while you sleep,
I walk the chalk paths
of my yesterdays
and hear the clanking chains
of the bucket conveyor,
long gone,
spanning time
and the road between.

When your new neighbours
open freshly painted doors
to breathe our air
they will not now
our yesterdays
when we were young,
and in our prime.

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