Lanes of Kent
Walking down lanes in Kent and looking at the skies
Listening to the birds and watching butterflies
Listen there’s a skylark and there’s a jenny wren
Walking down the lanes in Kent then head back home again
Wander though the countryside down on Romney Marsh
See a life that used to be from this window on the past
Trees are bent by strong winds their names remain unknown
Wild flowers by the ditch grow where the seeds there have been blown
In this maze of roads and ditches time it stands quite still
There’s lots of things to see if you only have the will
Moorhen and coot still swim in the waters still and slow
There’s lush green fields with lookers huts where sheep and lookers go
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When you sit down by a Marsh road you can hear all nature sing
There’s crickets and there’s frogs and squeaking furry things
The plover’s cry across the field is heard above the sheep
That graze and wake the butterflies from early morning sleep
In the water sticklebacks swim there in the dykes
Where swans with cygnets nest in the dappled bull rush light
As Rooks and magpies circle, searching for a kill
And seagulls glide across the sky with aerobatic skill
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Water in the ditches drains from fields both cropped and green
The soil so rich and fertile, feeds crops that can be seen
The grass grows green and rich to feed the local sheep
Whose numbers now diminish as harvest lands now creep
As you walk along the lanes in your never ending search
You see some farms some buildings and then an ancient church
Surrounded by green fields and a phone box that’s still red
There sits the pub the star with its doors wide open spread
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Stuart Pendrill
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