Countryside Poems
#countryside
Countryside poems, poetry about the land and scenery of rural areas, including fields, forests, wild flowers and animals, brooks and winding country paths. Countryside poems includes poetry about small rural villages and communities, and the countryside way of life. Also poems about farming and farm animals, and country pursuits like hiking and fishing.
country summer days
No. 5 from The Children’s Collection]
"Summertime. It was a song. It was a season. I wondered if that
season would ever live inside of me."—Benjamin Alire Sáenz
when city schools are closed,
and freedom recomposed,
i pack my bags and catch the country bus,
excited by the thought
that summertime has brought
elusive liberties so envious.
the bumpy country ride
on treacherous mountainside
is no deterrent to my thumping heart,
steel-anchored to my seat,
tethered by outstretched feet,
like luggage...
"Summertime. It was a song. It was a season. I wondered if that
season would ever live inside of me."—Benjamin Alire Sáenz
when city schools are closed,
and freedom recomposed,
i pack my bags and catch the country bus,
excited by the thought
that summertime has brought
elusive liberties so envious.
the bumpy country ride
on treacherous mountainside
is no deterrent to my thumping heart,
steel-anchored to my seat,
tethered by outstretched feet,
like luggage...
#countryside
#river
#summer
#holiday
#travel
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Nature’s Bounty
What a time
To be alive
Slowly awakened by rustling leaves
Swaying in the gentle fall breeze
The distant call and response;
A pair of red robins
Join in nature’s chorus
A symphony of calmness
My eyes wander through the foliage
Admiring the collage of colors
Vibrant, lush greenery greets my gaze
Surrounded by an invigorating, uplifting aura
I lethargically take a strolling glimpse
Up above the forest —
A crisp, blue canvas patterned with milky, white clouds meets my pupils
The...
To be alive
Slowly awakened by rustling leaves
Swaying in the gentle fall breeze
The distant call and response;
A pair of red robins
Join in nature’s chorus
A symphony of calmness
My eyes wander through the foliage
Admiring the collage of colors
Vibrant, lush greenery greets my gaze
Surrounded by an invigorating, uplifting aura
I lethargically take a strolling glimpse
Up above the forest —
A crisp, blue canvas patterned with milky, white clouds meets my pupils
The...
#countryside
#forest
#trees
#sky
#nature
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mosaic
artfully placed,
this land
of
broken pieces
stretches away,
rolling out,
deep
seeded grounds,
the calmness
surveying
over
the landscape,
these moments
seen
as wonderful
paintings
i want to
confiscate
each
and
keep them
in
my possession.
this land
of
broken pieces
stretches away,
rolling out,
deep
seeded grounds,
the calmness
surveying
over
the landscape,
these moments
seen
as wonderful
paintings
i want to
confiscate
each
and
keep them
in
my possession.
#countryside
#trees
#flowers
#nature
#mountains
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7 Comments
Jill's Off The Grid <pipe> In the Old Day
In days of old, when cities rose high,
And noise and crowds filled up the sky,
There lived a maid named Jill, who sought
A life beyond the city's fraught.
For Jill had always felt suffocated,
By the hustle and bustle unabated,
Of people rushing to and fro,
With faces blank and hearts aglow.
The pollution and the constant noise,
Left her feeling drained, like an empty poise,
And in her heart, she longed to be,
Where nature's beauty could set her free.
She dreamed of fields of green and gold,
Where flowers...
And noise and crowds filled up the sky,
There lived a maid named Jill, who sought
A life beyond the city's fraught.
For Jill had always felt suffocated,
By the hustle and bustle unabated,
Of people rushing to and fro,
With faces blank and hearts aglow.
The pollution and the constant noise,
Left her feeling drained, like an empty poise,
And in her heart, she longed to be,
Where nature's beauty could set her free.
She dreamed of fields of green and gold,
Where flowers...
#loneliness
#countryside
#river #nature
#river #nature
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The Milking
A reputable pastor of a Seventh Day Adventist Church had a cattle farm at his home in Grove Town. He reared cows, goats and other livestock to make a living. His name was Mr. Buchanan. He was a pleasant and kind-hearted man. The parishioners and other people in the district called him Pastor Buchanan.
Unfortunately, a thief used to go to the cattle pen at nights and steal milk. The wicked thief would overmilk the cows and leave no milk for the calves to drink. Consequently, the poor calves were starving, and the pastor could not get any milk for himself. So, he decided to do...
Unfortunately, a thief used to go to the cattle pen at nights and steal milk. The wicked thief would overmilk the cows and leave no milk for the calves to drink. Consequently, the poor calves were starving, and the pastor could not get any milk for himself. So, he decided to do...
#men
#countryside
#animals
#night
#religion
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unexplored paths
there's something about backroads
backwoods
hidden trails
they call to the nomad in me
inspiring wanderlust
always chasing the latest mystery
you can only see so much on the main
you have to step off
meander down overgrown lanes
ducking through tangles
those low hanging branches
to crest the next rise
find a surprise
stumble upon one of nature's best kept secrets
she's full of them
blowing your mind & widening eyes
sometimes it's just a detour
not leading anywhere
but if I don't go
how will I...
backwoods
hidden trails
they call to the nomad in me
inspiring wanderlust
always chasing the latest mystery
you can only see so much on the main
you have to step off
meander down overgrown lanes
ducking through tangles
those low hanging branches
to crest the next rise
find a surprise
stumble upon one of nature's best kept secrets
she's full of them
blowing your mind & widening eyes
sometimes it's just a detour
not leading anywhere
but if I don't go
how will I...
#countryside
#forest
#nature
#freedom
#passion
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I have now walked ...
I have now walked amid
the redding brier, the crimson rose,
the apple golden haze,
the winding warm bricked cottage close,
the haunting strains divine of dale rich harmonies
from shepherds’ choirs,
the cart tracked furrowed, rail-lined rolling hills
and vales of green swathed Wessex land;
and ever since
my soul has never been the same.
the redding brier, the crimson rose,
the apple golden haze,
the winding warm bricked cottage close,
the haunting strains divine of dale rich harmonies
from shepherds’ choirs,
the cart tracked furrowed, rail-lined rolling hills
and vales of green swathed Wessex land;
and ever since
my soul has never been the same.
#countryside
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Moonlit Prairie Dances
#sex
#erotic
#countryside #orgasm
#countryside #orgasm
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The savings.
Pennies saved from
Cigrates and liquor.
Cigrates and liquor.
#inspirational
#countryside
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Hanok
Fishing boats navigate the sea.
Each city steeped in memory.
And street food vendors
Scattered here and there;
A taste of Spring
In the Winter air;
This venerable village hums
A resilient tune:
A heart cry of history.
The night’s lights gleam
In kaleidoscope tones,
Across this modern mystery.
Each city steeped in memory.
And street food vendors
Scattered here and there;
A taste of Spring
In the Winter air;
This venerable village hums
A resilient tune:
A heart cry of history.
The night’s lights gleam
In kaleidoscope tones,
Across this modern mystery.
#home
#countryside
#sea #travel
#sea #travel
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mango rush
World Haiku Day: 2023 April 17
Haiku No. 6
mango rush again
yellowed by their fruited suck
boys pursue the dawn
© Copyright 2023 April 17
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Haiku No. 6
mango rush again
yellowed by their fruited suck
boys pursue the dawn
© Copyright 2023 April 17
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#childhood
#countryside
#nature
#haiku
#dawn
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Nature Is My Creed
The blue sky above
The green forest below
The cold in the cove
The breeze quite mellow
'Tis Summer's gentle touch
The sun's warm caress
To stay as long as much
To push away the stress
'Tis the spirit of heaven
The beauty that impress
All the bliss we are given
Mortals care much less
The genuine words written
Nature's books are best
With fair charm i' m smitten
Eternal beauty, my quest
Beneath a pine tree i sit
Woes start to regress
I get Summer's new heat
A...
The green forest below
The cold in the cove
The breeze quite mellow
'Tis Summer's gentle touch
The sun's warm caress
To stay as long as much
To push away the stress
'Tis the spirit of heaven
The beauty that impress
All the bliss we are given
Mortals care much less
The genuine words written
Nature's books are best
With fair charm i' m smitten
Eternal beauty, my quest
Beneath a pine tree i sit
Woes start to regress
I get Summer's new heat
A...
#countryside
#forest
#sky
#nature
#mountains
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