The South Downs.
As I cast my eyes across the DownsOver fields of green and grassy mounds
A finer place I,ve yet to see
For all of this, is part of me
To mesmerise, caress the eye
Such beauty under azure sky
Its country lanes that twist and turn
Lined with Oak and Beech and Fern
That sway and dazzle as you pass
Awash with flowers, amid the grass
On rutted carthorse, farmers tracks
That lead to broken timber shacks
Where cows and sheep have often lain
In shelter from the wind and rain
Upon the fields of furrowed soil
A testament to sweat and toil
As men and boys have toiled the land
So often harsh, but never bland
So full of beauty, sight and sounds
A country life upon the Downs.
Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2008-03-01 at 11:00
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