yanked from the root

idle river

There's a small
farming village
called Scrooby
in the county
of Nottinghamshire

I remember it only
as a child we would
walk to the river Idle
and cool in its dirty waters

There's a house on a pond
with a water wheel,
and a few cottages..

strange when I read
about William Brewster
and the first pilgrims
arriving in the New England

nothing ever happens
in Scrooby..it sleeps
perhaps that was
all the incentive
they needed