I had left the city lights behind <br />Travelling far into the country <br />A route I'd never taken before <br />Parked the car and got out to walk <br />Bejewelled spiders lace becked every hedge <br />A smell of damp vegetation <br />In the warm, late afternoon sun <br />There was little bird song, only the odd one <br />Yet the hum of insects was everywhere <br />The lane curved gently. I followed it on <br />Till it went betwixt a farmhouse and a tree <br />A tall elm stood alone and aloof <br />Its' leaves swaying gently in the breeze <br />The farmhouse was white with a red tiled roof <br />An old wooden open barn to one side <br />Fat brown hens scratched in the front yard <br />A dozen or so cows grazed nearby <br />A black and white collie lay curled near the door <br />He opened one eye, noted me, went back to sleep <br />Seeming to know that I offered no threat <br />I just stood and drank the whole scene in <br />My city starved soul was born again <br />But tempus does fugit, as they say <br />To the city I had to return <br />Yet now as I lay in my bed, before rising <br />Listening to the traffice roaring past <br />I remember the lone tree and the white farmhouse <br />And it helps me get through the day.<br /><br />Marilyn Shepperson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-white-farmhouse/
