Beyond the meadow runs the valley road
But yet you’d hardly know that it was there
The centuries have passed, new ones unfold
The sheep still safely graze without a care
Along the way the orchard seems at peace
But work goes quietly on as through we tread
The trees know that their task can never cease
The ancient Cider Fest must go ahead

The buildings have been here for many years
If they could talk what might they tell to us
But no great dramas only hopes and fears
Their world has moved along with no great fuss
But wait they didn’t hear so long ago
The morning noise, the red-eye to Heathrow
A perfect description of an English idyll……until the last lines……..then it’s the bitter truth❤️
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Thank you Meike 🙂 It was one pleasant aspect of lockdown to have no aircraft noise.
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I won’t argue with that…..had the police helibob overhead for the last few hours……looking for someone with a Samurai sword😔
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Crikey, watch out he doesn’t sneak into your house.
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I’m hoping he’s been found now 🤔…..took a load of live fish in water up the motorway today in the Jeep😲Came home to find the air ambo in the park 😞…..been a helicopter day🫤
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Love it – especially the finale!!!😅 😂
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Thank you Marie 🙂
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Did you always know you were this good at poetry, Roy? Marvelous!
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Ah that’s too kind Jane. I’m only experimenting a little really. Quicker than writing a novel 🙂
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Definitely quicker, I can imagine, and I’m enjoying them every bit as much as I enjoy your novels.
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The poem captures well the intrusion of modern times into the country idyll!
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Yes Andrea, it’s a strange dissonance as the flight path is nearby, yet always the tranquility remains.
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