The Hollow

Another poignant poem written by Martin Silvester taken from his first book of poems ‘Last Apple on The Tree‘…. he says

“The other day I was lying on the lawn basking in the August sunshine and watching fluffy white clouds drifting slowly along in the blue sky above. A vapour trail way on high made me think of .. ‘The Few’ .. who through their sacrifices and bravery at this time of year, seventy five years ago, helped make it possible for us to have a meaningful future in this country. This poem is my way of saying …Thank You!”

The Hollow

Upon a lonely hillside,
That looks across the Weald
There is a tiny plot of land,
Above a farmers field .

I stumbled on it quite by chance,
Whilst walking with my dog.
And it’s beauty so enchanted me,
I rested on a log.

A perfect square of pansies,
Lying in their bed.
Enclosed a primrose-covered mound,
A stone cross at its head.

Close-cut grass surrounded,
This final resting ground.
And a high wire fence had been put up,
To foil the rabbits bound.

A brambled hollow close at hand,
Caught my curious eye.
And it somehow seemed important,
But I couldn’t fathom why.

It seemed the perfect place to rest,
For all eternity.
Perhaps the headstones legend,
Would explain it all to me.

The simple lettering on the stone,
Proclaimed a widows grief.
A pilot killed in action,
Lay in the soil beneath.

© Martin Silvester 7/4/15

You may also be interested in reading his first book of poems called Last Apple on The Tree