Old Winchester Hill

by Jem Croucher

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The delicate wings of Chalkland Blues
shimmer here as I stand quite still
As they feed upon wild marjoram
on the top of Old Winchester Hill
And from here to Hampshire valleys
in the sunshine far below
I see the path stretching before me
in the direction I will soon go
But the view here is simply breathtaking
So I’ll pause to take it all in
for there’s plenty of time on this fine May day
before our wanderings need to begin

Photo – Hampshire looking West from the top of Old Winchester Hill – Jempics. [Chalkland Blues are small blue butterflies and there were hundreds of them up there last Wednesday]

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