My Country Walk
written by: hedgehog
The birch wood its silver bark flashes bright
Catching the sun’s rays between the clouds and sky
Shadows flicker and dance along the forest floor
Swallows curl dizzily in the swift west breeze
Dodging and darting as they feed on the wing
The old farmhouse windows, gaping holes
Doors hanging on rusty hinges at jaunty angles
A rotting heap only the chimney left whole
Jackdaws black spectral figures rise into the air
Disputing their territorial rights to this pile of bricks
Old Man’s Beard soft and white furnish the hawthorn
Rampant on the hedge banks leading to open fields
Scuttling around the hedgehog snuffling for worms
As the sun falls gently beyond the red horizon, Herons
Under the setting sun roosting, their days fishing done
Darkness drops, the soft starlight glow of night
Black against the sky the elms twisted branches silent
We are old friends the wood and I as I wander this path
Our knowledge of each other allows for tranquil silence
My house welcoming and warm as I key the lock
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