In Search of Village Life

A personal poetry blog – thought I’d repost here


As I journey through the countryside,
A sadness do I see.
A sadness that was rural life,
And true community


A village now is neatly trimmed
Tall hedges.  There to hide
The new breed of community,
With lives tucked up inside.


The grandeur of the wrought iron gates
Protect & isolate,
In place of open cottage doors
With fresh logs in the grate.


As children grow & leave the fold,
Off to find bright lights,
So villages lose youth to towns
And rural life it’s fight


The cities offer tempting work
So young folk cut their ties
The local trades can trade no more
And so the Village dies

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