Geoffrey Brewer Poet Rhyme

Pastoral Recall

PASTORAL

Yes I remember when this was all fields
Patchworked across the vale to chalky down
The cornfield and the pastures and the weald
That fed the hearts and bodies of the town

Yes I recall the footpath that we took
To reach the hamlet and the blessed lake
O’er styles and hedges and the little brook
Where we would stop to give our thirst some slake

Yes I can feel the wind upon my face
That cooled our sweat as we ascend the hill
And as we climbed our minds rose up apace
Then widened loosing bonds to our free will

Yes I now hold the memory in my heart
And see the images as I near sleep
Though they are gone they still remain a part
Of my own world, reside in spirit deep


Submitted: 15 August 2019
N/A in contest: Any Poem You Want to Write 180 words or less
By Caren Krutsinger

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Gary Radice September 4, 2020 at 1:55 PM A truly atmospheric and excellent poem. Geoffrey Brewer September 4, 2020 at 9:12 PM Thank you, Gary.

Richard Lamoureux September 28, 2019 at 1:05 PM This is really good. Congrats.

Darlene De Beaulieu September 7, 2019 at 5:58 PM Hello Geoffrey Brewer, we all have memories of how things were after the big changes. Have a nice evening my friend. Geoffrey Brewer September 28, 2019 at 9:13 AM Hello Darlene. I hope the memories you have, bring you pleasure. Thanks for your communication.

Lindsay Laurie August 15, 2019 at 11:25 PM G'day Geoffrey … really well written and rhymed. Nostalgia brings back some wonderful times - thank you Geoffrey - Lindsay Geoffrey Brewer August 16, 2019 at 4:48 AM Many thanks for your kind comments, Lindsay

Quoth Theraven August 15, 2019 at 10:56 AM Geoffrey, A beautiful recollection. I miss the creek-side walks, spelunking in grotto & cave, and search for elusive crawdads. -Richard Geoffrey Brewer August 15, 2019 at 1:04 PM Thanks for sharing that, Richard.

Richard Lamoureux August 15, 2019 at 8:33 AM Beautifully expressed. Near our home I would drive along a road with gorgeous apple orchards on both sides. One day all the trees were chopped down. There were hundreds of them laying on the ground. I felt such deep sadness, like witnessing bodies on a battlefield. Geoffrey Brewer August 15, 2019 at 1:02 PM How sad, but lovely memories. Thank you, Richard.