Porlock

Not too far from me regardless of whether by road or as the crow flies ..

Porlock

Its where they drag boats

over hills,

across fields and catch

oysters ..

It’s where when it’s still,

no sound

can be heard except for

the larks

in the sky, the buzzing of

bumble bees

and more often than not,

either fair or

foul wind in old cotton sails ..