The Country Lane

We walked across the River Clyde On a footbridge from the opposite side The water was flowing swiftly by As the sun burst from the cloudy sky There was an enclosed wood With a stone fence around as it should To a small unpaved country lane underscored Where her parents courted 50 years before The lane was just a simple place near But it drew her to it with her nostalgic tears For her parents had passed on years ago And she felt close to them as her grief showed. © Paul Warren Poetry