This is one of a series of poems, written by my Grandmother, that represent a portrait of her childhood in Thomas Hardy’s Wessex, places and people she loved who are, for the most part, no longer with us. She dedicates each and every poem to her daughters, and has kindly given me permission to share them with you all, enjoy…
After Morning Service
After morning service we would walk for miles;
Outside the village, over stiles
And up a softly sloping hill
Where violets hid beneath the hedge, till,
From the top, we could look out across the trees.
To where the ocean skittered in the breeze.
And if there ever had been any doubt –
What, we had wondered, was it all about –
It soon dissolved itself, faced with the drama
Of that supernal panorama.
© Dorothy Davis-Sellick 1998 onwards