Dorset Copyright © Richard Whiting 2011

Work jails me.

If I could,
I’d climb to the summit
Of that first Sunday
Through the walls of a dream.

We’d run again,
Writing footprints,
Scrawling between the rocks;
Watch lugworms
Cast sculptures of themselves
On Weymouth sands.

We’d walk again;
On the Cobb at Lyme,
By the Castle in Corfe,
Spend a summer’s afternoon
In the Dorchester sun,
Shadows of Casterbridge.

Work jails me;

But when I break free,
Take me to the Purbeck Hills
Where I’ll have an eternity
To remember these things
And the wiles of the winds
To carry me across
A land that I love.