A  Countryside Poem

Cotton candy clouds floating crisp packet high in the sky

Time standing still as a coke can brook goes babbling by

Beneath the wooded canopy sweet wrapper sun rays come

 poking through

Creating a hazy kind of plastic atmospheric hue

As I walk along the path way bluebells dance

paper about my feet

Whilst birds up in the trees carrier bag sing a song that’s

very sweet

A rabbit in the undergrowth scarpers out of beer can sight

Around me bottle top it’s serene and calm, everything’s at

peace

And it gives me a certain kind of not sure what that is spiritual

 release

For in this timeless wonder, no bottle cars or noise abounds

No busy people rushing as another crisp packet you’d find within the towns

And just before I turn to several sweet wrappers leave I take time to reflect

Upon the beauty that bit of rag surrounds me and the

history that it hides

I make my way back slowly with fizzy water bottle reluctance in

my heart

And I feel a dawning tin foil sadness as I loathe so to

depart

But home I must cigarette packet return, unto my fire side

Until the next blue piece of plastic time I return to this lovely

countryside

A  Countryside Poem

Cotton candy clouds floating high in the sky

Time standing still as a brook goes babbling by

Beneath the wooded canopy sun rays come poking through 

Creating a hazy kind of atmospheric hue

As I walk along the path way bluebells dance

about my feet

Whilst birds up in the trees sing a song that’s very sweet

A rabbit in the undergrowth scarpers out of sight

Around me it’s serene and calm, everything’s at peace

And it gives me a certain kind of spiritual

 release

For in this timeless wonder, no cars or noise abounds

No busy people rushing as you’d find within the towns

And just before I turn to leave I take time to reflect

Upon the beauty that surrounds me and the history that it hides

I make my way back slowly with reluctance in my heart

And I feel a dawning sadness as I loathe so to depart

But home I must return, unto my fire side

Until the next time I return to this lovely countryside

Catherine Turner –Joll 2001