Winding Down.
The last rumbling bus comes to a halt, ejects
it's sole passsenger,
and as light dies down drizzle begins;
Dry laundry on lines tangles and wets;
well-fed cats doing their rounds
carry damp coats;
and as quiet smoke rises from
chimney stacks village life trundles home.
A lone owl half-screams while farmers wisely
shut strawy hens indoors;
the fox often roams in dusky gloaming,
alert for supper.
Cottage hearths, now cosily lit, glow restfully
for those within;
dozing, the dogs seek enough fireside
closeness to warm soaked hair,
and requests to move over are met
with snores;
Farmyard's worn gate creaks as young Kate
takes a last peep at a labouring ewe,
and hopes next dawn
will break drier on new mothers' bleatings;
lambs at suckle
in first chill of morning need warmth;
Light, winding down more, sees night-time
descend on countryside farmfolk
whose work rarely ends.
What a lovely descriptive piece. Beautifully portrayed. Almost a Catherine Cookson scenario, it has an olde worlde appeal. Lovely!
Took me back to my childhood when I lived in a village in North Wales, last bus left at five o'clock, few motor cars, life was just being busy. Lovely poem Fay
Lovely Fay, I could just feel the atmosphere of the place. Maggie x
This is wonderful, Fay - an atmospheric, warm and huggable journey through rural life. Every line has a warm glow, and I thank you for the trip. :)
such a picture of country life i could live in it
great imagery write of rural area or farm place, you just remind where I came from back home, non in this desert place, well pictured poem
A country side picture is wonderfully depicted here! Nice!
A wonderful winding down of a rural setting which brings to life so many insightful happenings to end a typical day. You have taken me from the rumbling bus to a country life that is can be rewarding but ever so tiring. I love how he dogs enjoy the fire too~