Somebody reminded me of the house
so picturesque serene on it's own.
Twisting narrow single track lanes
made the visits such a pleasure.
Where sounds and vision were unique
somewhere many would like to seek.

Isolation was what my family wanted
not blocked in by endless buildings.
Transport was walking or a horse and cart
a lot can change through the decades.
The once small town then started to grow
at first the expansion was slow.

Actually the house still stands today
regrettably not in that lonely plot.
Houses and trading estates now border
forever only a special memory.
Realizing the countryside has vanished
where green fields are banished.

Progress is not always the best way forward!

The Foureyed Poet.