Three Shires (with apologies to edward thomas)

by Janette Ward

Yes, I remember Three Shires – 

The name, because one afternoon 

Of heat, The Daffodil Bus drew up there

By request. It was late June. 

The deck lowered. The boss got off. 

Helped with the wheelchair and frame

Loaded the fencing panels 

And set off, at last, once again 

Past willows, willow-herb and grass, 

And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,

As pleasant and as joyfull still 

As the high cloudlets in the sky. 

And then the passengers rejoiced 

As we travelled on in festive cheer 

Farther and farther through all the lanes

Of Herefordshire and Gloucestershire. 

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