A Personal Space: Along The Way

Briar

If I was a Rose upon a briar

tangled; without space

I would expire.

If I was a match in a box

 so tight;

I'd want to be used and

go on strike.

If I was a letter in a morning's post,

so cramped, stiff and raw;

I'd want to be rid of my stuffy host

and land upon a doorstep floor.

But I'll guess I'll find a country space,

where I can rest my old, weary face

and shun the noise of all the crowd

oppressive and sometimes rather loud.

To see birds swooping with such grace

through a slowly, moving cirrus cloud

 upon a grassy slope; a perfect resting place.

22/6 Ck

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The  Gloucestershire Way; pictures from Ford to Farmcote.

Key To Pictures:


1 Track up from Ford; just past the 'Plough Inn.'


2 Looking back from same track; notice Jonjo's practice jumps at the nearby 'Jackdaw's Castle ' racing complex.




 3  Looking down onto the working quarry; which the path skirts the edge of.


4   The waymarked path leading down to the Farmcote Road; notice how luxuriant  the undergrowth is.




5  Poppies from the field to the right of the path shown in 4.

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Have a good week : Come on England !

Ck.