Near Derrington in country lanes
where hawthorn rests as Autumn wanes.
The redwings come and take their fill
gorge on berries ‘gainst Winter’s chill.
The cattle low and chew the cud
a weasel kills and draws fresh blood.
Carp to bottoms of ponds descend
as fields adopt their Winter trend.
A fox or two may yet appear
circling buzzards in skies so clear.
Though both are on the hunt for food
death in nature can seem so crude.
A toad may croak across the pond
hidden from view by reedy frond.
An hour one spends amidst all this
Rewards the soul with utter bliss.
©Joe Wilson – In country lanes… 2014
2 thoughts on “In country lanes…”
a classic pastoral – nicely done
Thank you kindly Paul.