Driving Past Pretty Little Villages....

Pretty little villages

quaint and smart and clean

in the countryside

with meadow deep

and green

Narrow bending roads

dyke walls and smell of pooh

to keep your nose amused

farmers with their cattle

and sheepdog ready

on hand

to gather those naughty cattle

or sheep

if they do stray

Holidaymakers

dotted around

with funny little hats and trinkets

of this and that

in their bags

or putting them in their boots

of  their cars as you pass

and do see

Those cute looking

charming little tea shops

with benches out front. Licking

an ice lolly or an ice cream cone

I do spy with my little eye.

Someone people have a nice time

local children playing on swings

at the local school at break time

laughing and cheering and giggling

And workers from shops and offices

enjoying the midday break

in the sun.

with a sandwich

and a coffee

close at hand

Love the proper old stone brick buildings

built to last

dotted along the

route

with wonderful thatched roofs.

The local pubs and

tennis court, golf courses

and gyms.

Bakery and restaurants

odd pizza place

I spot too.

Driving pass in my car.

These views

I do enjoy.

Passing all

these little villages

in my car

as I go for a ride

to chill out

and  I feel blessed

and contented at

the simple

beauty

all around.

Dear old Great Britain

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

I loved taking this car ride through the English countryside with you Dee. Your poem is rhythmic like the lulling of a sweetly relaxing car ride on picturesque roads. The imagery Is fresh and inviting. Love the form, flow, tone and sweetness of your words. Hope I can visit “Dear old Great Britain” someday!

[Onlyme]

Thanks Annette, so glad you enjoyed it.