There’s a V-shaped gap where the tall hedge parts <br />By the garden gate and it frames a view <br />Of a sycamore tree with a field beyond. <br />In summer there’d be a herd of cows <br />But it’s empty now — just a bare-branched tree <br />And the high green bank of an estuary. <br />At four o’clock this afternoon <br />Behind the tree and above the bank <br />I saw the sun about to set <br />Orange-red in a plain grey sky. <br />The world for a moment then was just <br />A setting sun, a leafless tree, <br />A field, a river bank, and me.<br /><br />Pete Crowther<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-four-o-clock-this-afternoon/
