I pause for a moment as I’m walking past

The churchyard with its freshly mown grass

An ancient church from Saxon times

Standing firm at the centre of this riverside town

But my eye is transfixed by three men on a bench

And a seagull on the wall up high

I stop and I wonder why are they there

Just sitting and watching life passing by 

Are they friends or workmates or strangers

How does the seagull fit in

It’s a thought with no answer needed 

So I take their picture and grin