Friday, 29 January 2010

DAILY POEM "COUNTRY LIFE"

Picture was taken at Bliar Gowrie in Scotland when I was on Holiday 2 Years ago..

Bright coloured Daffodils
in golden fields,
Watching the farmer
gather his yields.

Butterflies flying,
circling around
no sign of pollution,
hardly a sound,


Birds all twittering
in giant trees
collecting a nest
that no one sees.

Grass so high
it stretches for miles,
Consumed in glory,
sunshine, and smiles,

Forgetting the hustle
and bustle of Town,
Ignoring the tedium,
expressions and frowns,

The sounding of horns
in a carcass of tin,
Crying, screaming,
creations of din,

Smoke covered Cities
polluted and torn
plants growing wildly
alone and forlorn.

Traffic so noisy
no one can think
gases all poisoning
humanity on the brink.

Embarking the freedom,
clean country air,
Forgetting, life,
and how it’s unfair,

Dreaming of peace,
fighting all done,
Staring to space,
burnt with the sun,

A quietness drowning,
the sound of peace,
Watching the bees,
flying with ease.

Country life
is pure and clean,
Untouched by humans,
glad, I’ve been!

Picture in Blair Gowrie Sunset.. from my bedroom window.


We all have dreams of living in the Country and the pleasure it brings, not only that the peace and tranquillity, Gerardine is so lucky, she has all this right outside her door, Country life is something else...

Apart from Gerardine and Crystal do YOU live in the Country? whats it like? do you miss the Town??

18 comments:

  1. WOW Billy! These pictures are beautiful and your poem is just simply awesome. You painted the most beautiful picture of country living, and the ugliness of city life. You made me homesick for the country again. I bet before the Lord takes me home He is going to make it possible for me to live in the country again. I really want that more than anything on this earth.

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  2. We live in a very small town, and would consider it living in the country. I love the photographs and the sentiment in this poem.

    My husband and I have dreams of going to Scotland and Ireland (My maiden name is Pogue, and many of my relatives are from Ireland, and then my hubby's family comes from Scotland.) It would be amazing to see the land from which we come.

    Thanks for the poem!

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  3. That was a beautiful poem. I am lucky enough to live in the countryside, North Northumberland, not far from the Scottish Borders. The picture on my blog header is taken from one of my barley fields looking at Bamburgh Castle over the fields.

    CJ xx

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  4. I have always lived in the city.. My Papa (grandpa) lived in the country and it was fun to visit him when he lived there. I do love the city to be close to the stores..

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  5. What Heavenly Nature Poem,
    I am filled with joy, love, and relaxzations when reading it,

    Splendid job!

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  6. Hello,

    My kids are great, I was happy I was kept from computer for a few hours and did a lot of reading on books, thank you for the kind concerns...
    It is not that bad, the road is not as slippery as one expected, thus today driving is okay, and I am happy to get online and read your beautiful post at your freshly designed blog...
    all go well,
    you take good care,
    smart move in my blog,
    cheers, ;)

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  7. I enjoyed this peace-loving poem and beautiful pictures. I do live in the country, on a very small farm that is adjacent to a large state park. We are surrounded by trees and wildlife. My husband raises bees which help our small orchard. Without a doubt, I do not miss the city (except for the bookstore). Thank you for visiting my blog and sharing your lovely poem. Scotland is a place I would love to visit someday.

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  8. thank you. for a minute i was there...i grew up in the sticks...until the city expanded adding traffic lights and distribution plants and now i go to the mountains to escape. nicely done!

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  9. I was born and dragged up in North Wales, in a very rural community. The countryside is amazingly beautiful there and the smell in the summer just after rainfall is amazing. There is very little else I miss apart from rolling mountains and inspiring countryside. This bought it all home to me, that's why I keep having to pop back!!

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  10. I grew up in the country. When I was a child, it was great. We could go for walks in the woods during the summer and sled down the hill in our backyard in the winter. Once I got a little older, I didn't enjoy it as much because I was so far away from everything. There were no kids my age within walking distance so I always needed a ride. Now that I'm in the suburbs, I definitely appreciate the country nights spent looking out at the stars, listening to the bullfrogs while catching fireflies. :)

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  11. Hi William,

    I loved reading this poem, and the pictures are lovely.

    I grew up in Bolsover, complete with castle, colliery, chemical plant and sewage works. lol. The odour was interesting.

    I played in corn fields and down by the river. I swam in ponds and climbed trees. I loved where I grew up. It's much better now, there's no chemical plant or colliery.

    I am currently writing a memoir of my childhood, and a novel based in my home town.

    I live on the outskirts of the city but it's still countryside. It's a five minutes drive to the sea. We fish in the summer in one of the thousands of ponds here, and picnic in the middle of nowhere. It's wild and beautiful countryside. I couldn't live in any city, just not my thing. I like solitude and to be able to hear the birds sing and see the wind blowing through the grass.

    Cities are okay to visit. I love the countryside.

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  12. The photographs and the poem are simply beautiful William. I love this one very very much. :)

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  13. I haven’t been to Scotland since the early nineties. When I went I was impressed by the flowers and green, the Rhododendrons were gorgeous!!
    Your poem is a pretty as your pictures. I love the first two lines:

    “Bright coloured Daffodils
    in golden fields”

    I can’t wait until spring. It is freezing here.
    Gerardine Baugh

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  14. Hello,

    From Beth the doubtful poet's blog, I know you seem sick or feel like having cough, just stop by to say hello,
    wishing you peace, love, health, and joy tonight.

    stay fit,
    be happy.

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  15. Sometimes you don't realize what you don't have until its gone, and sometimes you don't realize it until you see it again.
    I miss it too :( Esp the brightness of moon and fluttering of butterfly.

    Loved your poem :)

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  16. Great poem; you really captured the feeling of beauty in the countryside well.
    You seriously do have talent!

    I live on the border between countryside and the coast - I can see both from my window. It is truly inspirational, and I think everyone feels that - it takes you out of the rat race.

    Thanks for sharing this beautiful and brilliant poem!

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  17. OH BILLY, THIS IS SO FANTASTIC. IT REMINDS ME OF BACK HOME IN THE COUNTRY IN MAINE. THE PICTURE IS GORGEOUS AND AS ALWAYS, YOUR POEM FLOWS LIKE A MOUNTAIN STREAM AND IMAGERY IS SUPERB! IT MAKES ME WANT TO GO THERE AND JUST SIT AND ENJOY THE BEAUTY OF THE SCENERY ALL AROUND ME. PERFECT!
    LOVE, HELEN XXXXX

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  18. thanks everyone for your kind comments, very interesting that people want to stay in the country and I dont blame them lol.. thank you.

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