Where Anyone Seldom Goes!
The familiar footsteps pad an echo – out of the shade and into the light of spring,
The smouldering Sun with its heat of touching – so casually does its thing!
The road it rolls out like a ribbon – across the wheat fields and their sprawl,
Past the dying of the memorial tree – where for years it stood so tall!
Where flowers came to speak a thousand words – with a resting on the verge,
There’s a laidback view that comes with the lay-by – that seeks the primal urge!
Over the rise and the call of the hedgerow – my how the trees have grown,
Memory serves up a young row of saplings – with a life that I have known!
From here I see the little wood I hold so dear – nestled in the corner there,
Ending the field and blending the hedge-line – a place I used to share!
Just a shady corner and a shelter for trees – an island in its peace,
Where I could contemplate the fall of sunset – and watch the light decrease!
One perfect eve I sat against my tree – and I was witness to a dream,
Within yards of my unwitting vantage point – a group of Roe Deer could be seen!
Motionless I felt the nervous energy – four Doe and two small fawns,
Happy to graze at the edge of the clearing – when the nearest jumps and warns!
Much to my amazement she stops and watches – as I look on from my tree,
The others continue with their evening meal – and she settles in spite of me!
For over half an hour they hold their pose – as the darkness slowly fades,
Until they are painted black in silhouette – I watch them from the shades!
So elegant in all their regal grace – the beauty of shape and form,
With a passion over-flowing within my heart – a glow to keep me warm!
As they move on by with casual meander – with the darkness comes a close,
I will never forget the power of encounter – where anyone seldom goes!