Driving Poem by Don Pearson
Driving
It was a good day to drive
home from Chertsey,
the sun shining, a dry road
and perfect for spotting wildlife.
In three hours
I counted eighteen badgers,
three foxes and two pheasants.
No deer today,
but a number of small lives
were so obliterated
that I was unable to identify
what they had been.
Perhaps this is why I prefer
driving in the lanes
around my home,
where I am still thrilled
by seeing these creatures alive
in the woods and fields.
23rd April 2013
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8/28/2026 2:50:58 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
driving in the lanes around my home, where I am still thrilled by seeing these creatures alive in the woods and fields. a very fine observation..... observation and perception are the great powers of a real poet........ you are a great poet to write such simple things in a wonderful way which attracts the reader...... than k you dear poet. tony