A twisting turning country lane,
old cottage stands with weather vane,
dry stonewall with moss covered side,
places where wildlife come to hide,
to shelter there or maybe feed,
all around the scattered seed,
sturdy trees stretching back,
into dank woodland cold and black,
watery blue skies with birds in flight,
peaceful place a wondrous sight,
then the sky turns to gray,
evenings coming, brings end of day.