We met @midday @the Guardhouse/with a wondrous view of Huddersfield Valleys
We stepped down stone to the path to the Folly/where we formed a circle on seats and rocks
Poetry began ,and was fresh for the folk who saw themselves in verse worked for them
Jeff played his guitar to accompany/Trevor composed rhymes for the moment
Martin shared love poems in public and jokes in private
Passerbyes stopped,listened,imbibed.Rain waited for the lines to end.Sunshine rhymed.
We sat,meditated,levitated together-sharing our lives as we have done for twenty tours.
Around us,trees,plants,the sounds of Sunday sports,traffic filtered backdrop of sounds
much as the Castle Folly became visual Shakespeare set for our modern Romeos.
Children on excursion trooped slowly past,listening ,absorbing
Men with dogs on leash were invited both to hear and speak
Courtesies were extended to each and all and every.Magical,unique,friendly-
If you come across FACEBOOK photographs,or YOUTUBE videos
know that none of these fine images can represent more than a leaf in the storm-
a branch of the human tree still hearing poetry/where the outside world