Nailsworth

Nailsworth dipped it's Fingers into heaven's Pockets to steal gold, Egypt mill water wheel Turns, reflections in Water are the river's guests Tales of a town are Protected by dreams Delivered without rest By tongue and pen. Splendor drink its Own wine. Sinuous signs Of family run shops Fall in and out of dreams. Fishmonger and bakers Complement each other. Woodchester mansion Ghost calls to the tomb of an old Lover. Water and wheel Talk like mother and baby still In womb. Heaven dips it's fingers into organic produce. Winds are like hands on Face of blind dreamer Crying for beauty in The box wood nature reserve.