Up The Country Lane Poem by Debtoru Chatterjee

I bent my way up the country lane
Where the sun showed mellow and fair
The dainty leaves rustled on the boughs
The buttercups at me did stare.

The cuckoo's voice the north wind brought
I could not urge my horse to trot
For he eyed the grass so lush and trim
While the rooster announced another day of spring.

And the milkman cried, "Oh! A calf's newly born"
As the string of peasants threshed at the corn
The barn owl cast its dreary eyes big
As the robin and the red thrush danced on the twig.

I stood to gaze at the mulberry and the lime
To stare there wasn't a bit of time
As spring smiled down on the fields of rye
We cantered off my horse and I.