WINDING DOWN.

Fay Slimm.

 

 

Winding Down.

 


The last rumbling tractor halts to eject
village farmhands
and silence greets dusk as day dies in
satisfied yawns.
.
Dry laundry on lines tangles and wets
in twilight drizzle
while cats doing their rounds
watch for dinner in hay-ricked barns
as scent of baked bread
mixes roast's aroma with pie smells to
welcome kin trundling home.


A hungry owl screams and wives shut
away free-ranging hens
for fox often roams in gloaming's cover
and eyes chicks for supper.
Kitchens now lit with simmering sparks
of aproned activity
wipe red cheeks with floury glances
at hall clock and tick off baking
done and ready.


Eggs brownly chink in boiling pans for
immediate starters and cream
clots in stirred and hearthed tins to fill
scones for empty returners.


Dozing herders, sheep-folded canines flop
dog-tired near fireside warmth
and any commands to move over fall on
ears deafened by well earned snores.


Yard's rusty gate creaks as young maids
take a last peep at labouring ewes,
sheltering under nearby
hedgerows and hope morrow's dawn
will break drier on hillsides
for suckling in squally chill can carry off
fragile new-borns and
female hearts bend toward needy nature.

 

Day winding down again sees nightime
make rainy descent
on countryside holdings and folk whose
labour rarely ends.

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 8th, 2019 02:16
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Comments9

  • Goldfinch60

    Beautiful, another look back into our past as did dusk arising's 'new world'.
    Days of yore were so wonderful even with all the hard work needed in those times.
    Can I have a three minute boiled egg please Fay.

    • Fay Slimm.

      I truly agree that past times were simpler though needing much hard work - - your three minute boiled egg awaiteth thee Sire................. thanks so much for your lovely comment dear Goldy.

    • dusk arising

      Lovely romantic lines of rural life as was and continues. Yes dusk is a magical time which encourages we cease our toil and as my nom de plume suggests, dusk seems to grow in the shadows, arising from the ground whilst the sky remains lit from the fallen star.
      Such atmosphere you create with your snoring collies and welcoming aromas.

      • Fay Slimm.

        The word dusk add much atmosphere I agree my friend - - so pleased you enjoyed the scene I depicted when farm work comes to the time of awelcome rest.

      • orchidee

        Good write Fay.

        • Fay Slimm.

          My humble thanks Orchi. for your visit and read.

        • Neville

          these are some of the most memorable words I have enjoyed in quite some time.. reading them was like being there and true.... Neville

          • Fay Slimm.

            You are more than kind my dear friend - delighted that the words delighted you - - - -hundreds of thank yous and blessya for being just who you are................ Fay

          • ANGELA & BRIAN

            Thanks FAY for sharing a very Rural Idyll ! When I was a child I spent some time on a very rural Farm in Angelsy N Wales. Itwas just as you Pictured & Described it. Lines of laundry ~ Cats ~ Home baked bread ~ Owls & the Welsh GFather Clock ~ Fresh eggs and Home churned cream ~ Dogs & tired Sheep & New born Lambs ~ A 24 hour Day ~ EVERY DAY ! I guess nearly 30 years later ~ things are very different in many Farms ! Mind YOU our Friends ~ who are the Sons & Daughters of Farmers would seek no other Way of Life ~ and the Girls all marry Farmers ! Some seek to be Vets and some Managers & Ecologists & Environmentalists etc. But all within the Sphere of FOOD PRODUCTION & LAND MANAGEMENT !
            Blessings & Love
            Yours Brian & Angela 🧡🧡🧡🧡

          • ANGELA & BRIAN

            Thanks FAY for sharing a very Rural Idyll ! When I was a child I spent some time on a very rural Farm in Angelsy N Wales. Itwas just as you Pictured & Described it. Lines of laundry ~ Cats ~ Home baked bread ~ Owls & the Welsh GFather Clock ~ Fresh eggs and Home churned cream ~ Dogs & tired Sheep & New born Lambs ~ A 24 hour Day ~ EVERY DAY ! I guess nearly 30 years later ~ things are very different in many Farms ! Mind YOU our Friends ~ who are the Sons & Daughters of Farmers would seek no other Way of Life ~ and the Girls all marry Farmers ! Some seek to be Vets and some Managers & Ecologists & Environmentalists etc. But all within the Sphere of FOOD PRODUCTION & LAND MANAGEMENT !
            Blessings & Love
            Yours Brian & Angela 🧡🧡🧡🧡

          • Suresh

            In farms around the globe, this image you have so elaborately versed, is still repeated everyday.
            Maybe the dusk is appreciated more, because of toiling day.

          • moordykspot2

            I loved thus one young Fay. Joining this site has given me so much pleasure Your poems are up with the best of them. This one paints a true terrific picture I can relate to. To have a rare talent my friend I am so thankful I can view you work. Thankyou

          • Poetic Dan

            Great work as always!
            Thank you



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