Poetry – John Phillips – Esp Lane 2

Esp Lane 2

Twisting and turning

Follow the lane to Brown Hill

It rises and falls.

See the distant hills

Stark against the burning sky

The sun is sinking.

Shades of brooding green

Weets Hill overlooks the town

The shadows lengthen.

Steep and rugged fell

Up around the top and down

Running like the wind.

Run rabbits, run fast

Foggy Whippet is faster

But he stops to bark.

Standing on Brown Hill

The Bowland Knotts are on view

Many miles away.

Around the meadows

Bob the dog is lying low

He s afraid of cows.

Mr Fox is hungry

Moving like a thief at night

Silent and deadly.

Soft and gentle stream

Winding past the ancient trees

Basil likes to roll.

Midgeholes at twilight

Mystic power in the woods

The land is silent.

The deer are coming

Silently as drifting smoke

To drink from the stream.

Crafty Collie Lad

No-one sees him sneak behind

The Saluki squeals.

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