The hills, some ploughed brown, come undulating down, framed by verdant green hedges, <br />forming the edges, where flocks of crows squawking, are already stalking the tractor. <br /> <br />It’s seen, moving along the tracks in-between the fields neatly sown with wheat to be grown. <br /> <br />After stopping to heap, some food for the sheep that range o’er the fells, <br />and fresh fertile dells, <br />its occupant gazes stock-still, in this place so tranquil. <br /> <br />A sheepdog circles around, then on command goes to ground, <br />as the farmer shuts the gate, on the space they both vacate. <br /> <br />It’s their time to return for tea, or a glass of cool shandy and relax, <br />and so unwind, thus replenishing the mind. <br /> <br />The countryside then lies at rest, and there on the crest of a ridge, owls glide, <br />now that it’s eventide. <br />These creatures in flight, are a wonderful sight as the moon sends its beams, <br />on such fabulous scenes. <br /> <br />And with sunrise the next day, another impressive display. <br />Moist dew o’er the grass, is a start unsurpassed. <br /> <br />Yet the hills stay the same, and no one can blame the new wanderer’s sheer bliss, <br />at a view such as this.<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/replenishing-the-mind/
