Narrow lanes to country farmhouse
Isolated, rural splendid,
Penned beneath the Dorset hills.
Morning runs between the hedgerows
Wild flowers, birdsong, seldom cars.
Sorties out to pebbled beaches
Warmed by gentle English sun.
Fossil hunting, coastal footpaths,
Farmhouse eating, barnyard fun.
One last day in bed and breakfast
Then return towards congestion
Drive back through the summer rain.
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Summer Sun, Winter Rain
PoetryMy Wattpad Debut and a Featured Story. Summer Sun, Winter Rain is a collection of poems from different periods of my life some, happy some sad. There are memories of friends and loved ones loved and lost, recollections of places I've been and thing...
