It was Storeybrook for lunch today - alfresco in the
restaurant, a muster of the Woodford troop whose
wants on food and friendship choose its magic site
because its right - we’ve been in quandary since a
little bird confessed it irked her that its owners had
to go; they’re friends, and friends of friends who’d
earned a special place within the clique that make
this place a special scene to sit and talk and eat
departing in three weeks for memories we’ll warm
and wear content in gracious ease - there’ll never
a pair of hosts like them again; - our repartee was
lightly spiced suggesting fine regret we’ll have to
bear - until we see them rested ever comfortably
© 22 August 2014, I. D. Carswell
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