A Green and Pleasant Land

The grass is green in Northumberland, Durham,
Cumberland and the Borders. Leafy trees adorn
valleys hills and dales. Lakes and loughs mirrors
in the sunlight, black lacquered in the moonlight.

Those in their two point whatevers racing from city
to city, shaking the dust before it can settle. The
ribboned road before them. More speed, we'��re
burning daylight, as if there would be no tomorrow.

I'��ve heard it boasted of the miles covered that day,
but not of what was seen. Lady sat nav said, "��Go
like the wind, fly like an arrow."�� No winding lanes;
hawthorn dykes, thistled meadows, gnarled oaks.

A tartan blanket on the ground, flasks of tea, drinks
of pop. The taste of heaven to wet the whistle. Smell
the grass, watch the clouds, listen to the birds, taste
the good clean air. Oh for the twisty winding road.

'black lacquered in the moonlight'.....one of the best lines for me....

Thank you both, much appreciated.

I liked that line Tease so I'll probably put it in my next six poems
whether it should be there or not.

smiling over what you wrote...whether it should be there or not....may make for some interesting reading....