Rural Ride Poem by Neil Crawford

Rural Ride



A lethargic crow sculls its way

through a numbing broth of sky.


The magpie bobs on a springboard branch

ignorant of my superstition.


Villagers stamp at the freezing stop,

fretful for the creeping bus.


Through the smell of new mown grass

and imminent rain, I cycle slowly home.

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Neil Crawford

Neil Crawford

CHESTER, ENGLAND.
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