The countryside sleeps.

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As the golden sun sets, over green velvet fields,

stitched neatly together with grey stone walled thread,

the countryside gently settles down to sleep.

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The evocative voice of the curlew

slowly begins to fade

as cattle seek shelter, from the nighttime breeze.

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A faint whisper of leaves is all that is heard,

as a blanket of silence is thrown over the earth,

and curtains are drawn on the crimson sky.

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As darkness prevails there is one final voice

as the owl starts to speak,

and it’s eerie call travels across the night.

We sleep.

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Love Alison x

 

 

 

 

 

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9 comments

    • It certainly is a real breath of fresh air from where I have lived over the last 30 years Eliza, more like where I spent my childhood but on a much greater scale. It really is so interesting and beautiful. Although a little lacking in humans at times, but we do have fairly close neighbours and the villages are only a couple of miles away.

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