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Milkmaid

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The girl’s far treble, muted to the heat,
calls like a fainting bird across the fields
to where her flock lies panting for her voice,
their black horns buried deep in marigolds.

They climb awake, like drowsy butterflies,
and press their red flanks through the tall branched grass,
and as they go their wandering tongues embrace
the vacant summer mirrored in their eyes.

Led to the limestone shadows of a barn
they snuff their past embalmed in the hay,
while her cool hand, cupped to the udder’s fount,
distils the brimming harvest of their day.

Look what a cloudy cream the earth gives out,
fat juice of buttercups and meadow-rye;
the girl dreams milk within her body’s field
and hears, far off, her muted children cry.

 

– Laurie Lee

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Apples

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Behold the apples’ rounded worlds:
juice-green of July rain,
the black polestar of flowers, the rind
mapped with its crimson stain.

The russet, crab and cottage red
burn to the sun’s hot brass,
then drop like sweat from every branch
and bubble in the grass.

They lie as wanton as they fall,
and where they fall and break,
the stallion clamps his crunching jaws,
the starling stabs his beak.

In each plump gourd the cidery bite
of boys’ teeth tears the skin;
the waltzing wasp consumes his share,
the bent worm enters in.

I, with as easy hunger, take
entire my season’s dole;
welcome the ripe, the sweet, the sour,
the hollow and the whole.

 

– Laurie Lee

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Countryside Tracks

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It’s hard to find countryside tracks in cities
With the smell of straw, with the awesome smell of virginity
Where intertwined are the truths
The truths of the earth and universe.

However, under the tiles of civil manners
You could discover the ancient messages
Of the straw, the earth and childhood
The entire divine code of the starship.

 

– Vladimir Marku

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Countryside

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Cruising through the country side
Breathing country air
Old barns have given up the ghost
But you know, the charm’s still there.

Might see a cow ‘long side the road
A sheep herd passing through
Cowboys riding on horseback
Herd dogs are barking too.

Open space and dreams undone
Keep calling out to me
The history and the beauty
Are there for us to see.

 

– Marilyn Lott

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Dramatic sky over countryside on springtime in Forest of Bowland, Lancashire, England UK

Countryside Path

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My hand ensconced in yours
your eyes lost in mine
and colours are more alive
the sun more passionate
the moon gentler
our smiles softer
and our path so mesmerisingly inviting
as our dawn-ecstasy beckons
and leads our footprints in concert
through the glorious day
into the delicious privacy
of our sweet-on-the-tongue
melting-dusk.

 

– Diana van den Berg

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Beautiful Countryside

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Peace and calm enfold me
As I leave city life behindn
The hustle and the bustle
Fade far from my mind

Driving out into the country
I can’t help but smile within
Though I know not what awaits me
I am eager to begin

Such beauty all around me
I feel it touch me deep inside
This ever changing landscape
A constant feast for my eyes

How many shades of red
Is it possible to see
As mile after mile
Vibrant earth surrounds me

The wonder of the salt lakes
Which appear when least expected
The ranges all around them
Perfectly reflected

How I love this country side
This land that I call my home
If you feel it as I do
You will never be alone.

 

– Indigo Wisdom

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Walking Along The Countryside

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Walking along the countryside
In the dead of night
I realize that Autumn is here
Tonight’s chilly
But I’m hiding under a cloak as I walk

The trees seem to be scary
Even a little bit eerie
As they continue to lose their leaves
One by one
But they’re a wonder to me
A somewhat majestic display of beauty

Up in the sky
The harvest moon shines
I smile at it
As it shines down on me

The cornfield has been cut down
And it’s deserted all around
The only residents in the field now
are ravens and crows
Hearing them cackle is quite a sound

In the distance
I see a scarecrow
He may not be as warm as me
But there’s a lot of things at times
like this that he knows
Like the weather and the night

Be my guide
See me through the night
Show me the way tonight
My friend

The time continues to flow
And ever onwards I go
Walking along the countryside on this
night surrounded in autumnal beauty
And the mystery of the night

 

– Justin Gildow

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