Back on black-
rail, resting ‘gainst the
barrier’s gull-side,
looking over at
four sleeping giants.
Rush, ruffling wind.
Peak ‘n fall, fraught Frome-fed Avon.
Back on black-
rail, resting ‘gainst the
barrier’s gull-side,
looking over at
four sleeping giants.
Rush, ruffling wind.
Peak ‘n fall, fraught Frome-fed Avon.
william altoft 