A. S.C.

Creative Writing, Venue

The Downs

Up above the echoing green, Are the downs where skylarks team, Hills that roll like Yorkshire’s dales, The mills replaced by farmer’s bales. Risen up from the valley floor, Cut by the river, running to the shore, Shining like an untied shoelace, Beholden to the tide’s slow pace. Heather bushes crown the downs, Due-ponds sit…