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Avebury tomorrow
A little way away now
along the A12 and out of the land of the Angles and Saxons.
Round the Road to Hell then on down the M4
with its newly installed speed cameras (though the ruts in the road are deep enough to swallow a tractor).
Tomorrow cannot come soon enough
and I know the road well.
Clacket Lane Services for a stretch and a sandwich
then on into Berkshire where the trees increase mile by mile.
And just after Membury comes the sight to bring you home
a line of Down Land like your lover's lines in the quiet morning.
Softly sailing into an ancient dreamland
where time itself stalls and shimmers a little.
Take the old Roman road to Marlborough at junction 15
or exit at 16 and up the hill to the Hackpen?
It doesn't really matter.
this is home now and a little indescribable, but nonetheless home.
Silage and slowness and cheaper beer
a place where you can stretch a little without being charged for it.
Mud on the road, people with maps, muddy boots, ideas and drums.
A place where the world changes... without changing.
A place where there's still a place for heart and soul
inviting you to reach out and make it your own.
A place to stroll and whisper and smile
a place where you instinctively know we've got it right.
Something is not right. This message is just to keep things from messing up down the road