The Stretching Miles

Send us Fan MailThe Stretching MilesStars and ships, sails and shrouds, the evening rests upon passing clouds, and above, the moon rises, high and slow, upon the hills and stretching trees, as October bows to the season, summer’s left, September’s leaves. And across the silencethe ploughed fields, and beyond a pointing church along the empty lanes, where shadows gather and the wind passes, whispers, along the lonesome lines of telegraph wires, invisible and restlessOrion stands tall, proud, massiveguarding the seasons the stretching miles.Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me [email protected]