Here I will post my gentler poems, feel free to comment for good or bad.
A rural landscape.
A rural landscape,
thatched cottages,
harvesting in the fields,
swifts and martins
swooping and sweeping,
spiralling across the sky
swept by sporadic clouds.
A farmer leans on a gate,
viewing all his surrounds,
a couple of ramblers
stroll leisurely along
man-made paths,
a herd of cows nuzzling
each other or grazing lazily.
At dusk the cows head
into the farmyard amongst
the quacking ducks
and hissing geese
avoiding the pond
the farmyard equipment,
the pigs munching on odds and ends.
Finally darkness descends
and the stars and moon shine
across the rural landscape
which is so different
from the daytime busyness,
it is so relaxed and silent
as lights twinkle all around.
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