RURAL RANTINGS:

Oh how I love all those rantings, of idyll rural life,

Of all those country sounds, removing stress & strife,

Ducks quacking, hens clucking & old roosters crowing,

Geese hissing, & in the fields, contented cattle lowing.

 

And with the new sun rising, donkeys loudly braying,

Turkeys gobbling, cows mooing & old horses neighing,

Milk-maids singing, farmers yelling, tin pails clanging,

Milk & water into buckets splashing, old gate banging.

 

Chicks peeping, birds chirping, old sheep softly bleating,

Yellow cream & soft butter, thickening in clotted beating,

Pigs grunting, all beasts snuffling, snorting, softly munching,

Chewing hay, grass, eternal cud, in all manner of crunching.

 

Crows sitting upon scarecrow´s arms, cheeky in laugh & chirps,

Rumbling fat bellies & tummies, of ruminants snorts & burps,

And suddenly, night falls silently, within its black tired sleeping,

Then the lean red fox skulks, in his terrible sly & quiet creeping.