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