A COUNTRY LANE

A country lane well-travelled, a village sign-posted in plain sight.

Generations have journeyed along its way.

Some, heads down, burdened by packs to carry; others dawdling along, stopping to admire the view.

Paths crossed and conversations exchanged; trading of animals, fruit and veg with a handshake.

Promises to pay later over a pint and a pipe in the pub. 

Pedlars too have passed through with trinkets to haggle.

On village doorsteps, customers would gather to have a laugh and hear their sales patter.

Gossip too of loves and babies born, news of those who have sadly passed on.

It would be carried from place to place, down the lanes, part of the convoluted chain of life in beautiful isolated spots.

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