To sit on a World War II gun battery,
crumbling tumble-down shelter to shaggy sheep,
symbol of war, hate and death.
To watch the early summer sun sinking
behind bold distant hills,
spilling fiery colour across clouds.
To listen to the last birdsong of evening,
eerie calls of pheasant hiding in wavy grass,
maniacal cries of horned beasts.
To see that blazing ball of flame
drip amber, pink and gold upon the settled sea.
To experience a moment of peace
removed from this world of madness, fear and sorrow.
we exist now, at this time,
we are here.