How old the green lane

Where once the drovers

Led their cattle sheep and geese

To market over Wolds

Beneath bright wide skies

Of quiet early springs

They lie a memory and

Reminder of softer days

When chasing money

Was reserved for food

Shelter clothing and needs

Rather than for impure profit

And the status falsely

Claimed by greed and

The waste of fashion

Something new and

Entirely without worth.

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From the end of May, I’ll be posting a picture just once a week. Books and writing have taken a back seat for too long. I started this daily series when Covid confined people to their homes, unable to enjoy nature. It’s time to return to my writing and a project my publisher is sponsoring. More of that in a few days or so. If you want to spread joy, respect, and responsibility for our wonderful planet, please share these posts on social media (the ‘share’ buttons below help), comment with your thoughts, and help sustain our environment for the future. Thank you. Earth is our only home.

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