ODD ENCOUNTER IN SHAFTESBURY
by Timmy Crump 1921 - 2012
I seldom speak to strangers in the street
but walking through the churchyard into town
(a short-cut, green and peaceful, lined with limes)
saw oldish man, standing patiently
with lead in hand, the other end a dog,
black and looking older than the man.
What intrigued me most was that the dog
was smelling snowdrops, (winter on the wane).
I said: "I thought that snowdrops didn't smell."
The man replied, quite seriously: "Well,
the dog's stone deaf you see." I had to say:
'Of course, that would explain it," and went my way.
Timmy regularly enjoyed the walk along Bimport
and through the Trinity churchyard to the town