SERENDIPITY
(Dedicated to William A. Taylor-Fraser) When the insubstantial pageant fades and leaves not a rack behind of things that come and go in time, other than my mind; then maybe it can come to pass that I'll return to see such quintessential essence in form as the river Badgworthy. And like the slopes that rise and fall along the Quantock ridge; the mists that ring the Exmoor combes and the Barle at Landacre bridge. The misty paths that garland the feet of Dunkery at dawn, the solitude of Anstey plain, like Paradise redrawn. Where best to be, I think at times, in Paradise or here, among the finished products fields where purpose is made clear ? Such choice is one so hard to make; and glad that it's not mine; but would be nice, me thinks, again to come here one more time. Be then in no hurry to return from whence you came! so much there is to do on Earth which sets the heart aflame. The mystic path of life entails such wonders thus to see; and all the things that come our way! such... Serendipity !!! * * * rwr