Step out along those well worn pathways,
through dappled woods, beneath lush trees.
View verdant grass as it gently sways,
wafted by a soft balmy breeze.
Tread blithely down well known byways,
over winding hills and flowing streams.
Out across the salty golden bays,
where the sand is kissed by bold sunbeams.
Move slowly through well paved alleyways,
between the old walls of brick and stone.
Knowing that people back in past days,
walked these block patterns of herringbone.
Stroll towards well hidden bridleways,
where wild flowers edge the gritted tracks.
Stand still and watch the sheep as they graze,
then take a nap, against warm haystacks.
© Ernestine Northover
‘View verdant grass as it gently sways, ’ this is such a wonderful line. And overall this is a great use of rhyme for what is in essence a pastoral. I won’t say that this is an original approach, it isn’t, and yet it has that freshness to it, and more: it is a beautifully crafted poem. As ever with your work, it is a celebratory poem and it seems that that is the reason for it.
A warm and gentle walk along the highways and byways of your wonderful craft This is so gentle, so peaceful Perfect! ! Thankyou for this Love duncan x
It is interesting to think of people who have walked the paths we now walk, a lovely title for a great piece of writing, full of imagery as always, thanks, Lynda xxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another gem Ernestine, you have taken me on a wonderful journey through the countryside. Love, Andrew xx