I push open the creaking wooden gate,
my black Labrador squeezing through beside me
and trotting off ahead.
We follow the well-trodden footpath
across the field.
On either side of the path
the wild grass grows free and unkempt
as tall as my waist,
swaying in time with the breeze
like all-night ravers with their hands in the air.
My boot splashes through a muddy puddle,
the dog scamps and sniffs
head buried ears-deep in the long grass,
birds sing and warble in the trees
all around me.
As I lose myself in this perfect pocket of countryside,
it’s almost possible to ignore and tune out
the whoosh and rush of the cars
whizzing down the dual carriageway
on the other side of the trees.
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Ignore the whoosh of cars and enjoy the sounds of nature Tom. Well penned. 😉👍
Thanks AP. This was inspired by the fields near where I live. You'd think you were in the middle of the countryside apart from the noise of the traffic from the main road. 🙂
Just tune it out. 😁
Memories of ‘two hour’ walks through the hop fields of Kent with my then partner as directed by ‘Fieldcroft’, a column in our very local rag. Think Fieldcroft was a rotating file, and after what could have been the third rotation…time had marched on.. .. lost – arguments – out on that road, found the local hostelry and made up in front of a roaring fire and very warming liquids.
Bought it all back Tom, thanks.
This poem is based on a regular dog walk near us. You'd think you were in the middle of the countryside, apart from the traffic noise. 🙂 And yes, there's a cracking little pub at the other side. Glad it brought back memories, mate, and thanks for your comments.
Fantastic. I love the parallel—nature vs the machines.
The walk on the fields near where I live is very picturesque, but you can hear the rush of the traffic. Kinda ruins the mood. 🙂 Thanks a lot for your comments, mate, really appreciated.
That dang whoosh of some cars on rainy days, when they go through a puddle and soak you. I'm sure some do it on purpose. Doh!
Haha, yes Orchi, I'm sure they do! 🙂
what a difference a few splashes of green makes .. I am fortunate not to have too many roads near me but can very easily relate .. I do so enjoy your posts Tom and love the new shades .. AGT's Neville
Thanks for your comments, mate, really appreciated. The pic is of one of my heroes, John Cooper Clarke. He's the reason I'm into poetry. Cheers mate and hope all good with you.
A lovely country walk, with your nameless dog, but so near to main roads. Just concentrate on the greenery and block the noise of the cars out. I enjoyed my visit Tom.
That's exactly it, Cassie. It really does feel like I'm miles away from everything. It's a lovely walk in the sunshine but so atmospheric in the rain too. Thanks as always for your comments. Cheers, Tom.
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