Deep within the
countryside where fields are a plenty. The fields are being ploughed in
readiness for planting crops, corn, wheat, vegetables and sugar beet. With
their heads bowed down the shires plough on pulling the heavy steel digger,
turning the ground over and over. Their handler steering them into a straight
line from top to bottom of the field and then back down again, their toils are
endless until the day’s work is over. They work from dawn to dusk, but at their
day’s end there is the chance to be unharnessed and run wild in the nearby
field, free to rest, sleep, eat and be groomed.
At the bottom of this field runs a brook, gently
flowing, rippling over the pebbles that lay beneath the surface and in amongst
the reeds, lilies on the brooks banks, if you look very quietly, silently there
can be seen smallish fish like the stickleback, carp that thrive in the rivers
stream. There is a flicker of life the insects coming to life from their
winter’s hibernation. Time is time to feed and grow; soon it will be time for
the dragonflies, the butterflies, coming out of the cocoons a myriad of colours will adorn the
countryside once again, If only for a fleeting moment during the summer months.
The swans are making their nests on the rivers grassy plains, just a short
distance from the stream; the ducks are now making their familiar noises quack
quacking to each other. Is this their way of greeting each other?
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