Poem #13

Cob House Village

The usual construction method

of stitching strings of house

to create a village of nestled homes

(sometimes bright and skewed

with red-pitched roofs and gaily painted,

other times pale and square

flat-topped by corrugated iron)

fell by the wayside.

 

This time rustic cob houses

low-slung and earth-toned

emerged from the fabric,

a picture of pastoral ease

peaceful on a hillside.

cobhouse village

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