Countryside Poems
A Sign Of Our Times.
by Laurence Argyll Simon Noond
An old finger-post "Rose Cottage Farm" One Mile!
By an overgrown broken down wooden stile.
I stopped to ponder; to wonder a while!
Could this be the start of a country mile?
Over the stile lay a long forgotten track,
In the distance stood an old haystack.
Walking down the dusty old track!
Inwardly thinking, should I turn back?
......
Under Blue Berkshire Skies
by Carl Halling
Stevie, we were free,
Stevie, you and me,
On that golden day,
Was it ’68?
The decade’s last few days,
The whole wild world was crazed,
But where we were was peace,
For you and me at least.
We walked and talked
For many hours,
......
Countryside love
by Bloomcor Productions
Back on the countryside,
Just for a day,
Seeing far,
Real darkness,
without street lights,
blurring the stars away.
Less people,
more animals,
feeling the wind,
grass underneath my shoes,
......
A Sign Of Our Times.
by Laurence Argyll Simon Noond
An old finger-post "Rose Cottage Farm" One Mile!
By an overgrown broken down wooden stile.
I stopped to ponder; to wonder a while!
Could this be the start of a country mile?
Over the stile lay a long forgotten track,
In the distance stood an old haystack.
Walking down the dusty old track!
Inwardly thinking, should I turn back?
......
Countryside love
by Bloomcor Productions
Back on the countryside,
Just for a day,
Seeing far,
Real darkness,
without street lights,
blurring the stars away.
Less people,
more animals,
feeling the wind,
grass underneath my shoes,
......
Under Blue Berkshire Skies
by Carl Halling
Stevie, we were free,
Stevie, you and me,
On that golden day,
Was it ’68?
The decade’s last few days,
The whole wild world was crazed,
But where we were was peace,
For you and me at least.
We walked and talked
For many hours,
......
