NIGHT

The sweet western breeze plays in old Sussex weeds

And caresses our small drowsy towns

Watch the soft moonlight glow on the wide winding flow

Of the Adur through soft Sussex downs

When the big brown owl flies through the indigo skies

You can hear, if you harken, the sigh

Of that weet western breeze in the old Sussex trees

And can feel all the wise years roll by

Tony Gardner

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