The footpath to the village church
poppies, daisies on either bank.
Muddy in winter, it was laid with stones.
Metalled, it shone from horse and cart,
and clogged feet ringing.
Villagers found towns.
Soldiers arrived and widened the paths.
War over, and they left.
The world passed the village by
on the motorway.
The villagers returned from the towns,
and roads became footpaths again,
and became muddy in winter
poppies, and daisies on either bank.
Author notes
Option 1
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You draw a pretty picture with your words.... Your long journey is well laid in the short lines...
A pleasure to read... All the best! -
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Many thanks for the inspiration and the
kind comments
Best wishes
Dixie
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