The variety of colours, the shades of greens, browns and reds, that early
spark of the new year, the spring yet to come,.
Grey squirral searching for morsals left by man, a pheasant running through the lane, mindless driver missing him by an inch laughing at his folly.
Stone wall with granite heads with comical faces placed in decorative fashion.
Geese in formation across windy grey sky, stoat running for his life heading into marshes, while wind turbines rotate at speed.
Wooly sheep crazing lazily takes me back to memories of my beloved cornwall, of times past rambling midst stone circles and quoit's, by sacred wells and scared pathways.
Clotted cream teas and rosy landladies with hearty laughter by Zennor head, wild gorse bushes and old tin mines.
The train rolls on , engine roaring and rails squeaking, thundering to destinations of anonymous cities, Roe deer oblivious to intrusions carry on with a meal of spiny bushes and new juicy leaves.
Lone horse is sodden field in coat of red, with only mole hills for company looking forlorn and weary.
Gulls scour the fields for slimy worms and follow the plough for tasty seeds.
Caravans wearing winter covers to protect from cold and storm stand within shut down park, while rows of crows on uniform seating occupy the telegraph wires overhead,
Bungalows built identical with neatly manicured lawns, pastel curtains, no sign of play or creativity, no wildness here for fear of none acceptance.
Still waters with barges floating, closed curtains and chimney smoking, just a swan floating by peacefull and serene.
Train nearing its journey's end, bustle and hustle, chatter and mobile phone ringing for attention,
the city awaits and the day begins.
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