On the road to my Village in Spring
On the road
to my village in spring
Where the donkeys graze
and sheep dog growl
And daffodils burst
out in yellow spin
The old red headed cockerel
tells off a fowl
Up the old Tokes road
past the Dibbens blue home
If heaven was built,
on a slanted pitted road
Past a galvanised farm roof
where penned calf’s grow
Over a small Edwardian bridge,
in clear stream, Do Toads glow?
Meet a teacher styled woman
with a jolly Russell dog pup
Swop directions in country discussions
in quick verbal clog
Then I carried on my legs
seemed to fall in a seven mile ache
With this spring morning break
but no spring left, Where I take
