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Bus Shelter Poem (2022)

The burnt leaves have not fallen

Your Rose Hep is now deep red

My fields are ready for our hibernation

A great deal has been left unsaid

 

 

 

 

A short poem has been left in a bus shelter
between Sandwich and Deal every year since 1983
these poems are normally found in late September 
and to date the poet has remained anonymous