Country Jaunt

Jaunty – Word of the Day


Base camp in the Stirlings, such a fun time.


Country Jaunt

I sense no grief in leaving the city,
my stress melts as country arrives,
as bitumen gives way to gravel,
as houses surrender to trees,
even the rain is welcome out here.
We make do,
we don’t do,
we do what we want to do,
carefree for days.
Only the sound of the fire intrudes
as we toast the moon,
and utensils give way to reverie
then thoughts of the morrow.
And as we must, one day soon,
take our leave of ancient friends,
I sense a deep sorrow in my going.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




Filed under bush walking, Country, Forest, life, nature, poetry

25 responses to “Country Jaunt

  1. exactly how I feel about being in nature, well written!

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  2. A real and down to earth piece! Cities are made for leaving! 🙂

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  3. Ah you speak my language….
    “no grief in leaving the city…We make do,
    we don’t do,
    we do what we want to do,
    carefree for days.”
    Loved the relaxing rhythm of the poem.

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  4. Beautifully expressed! I left the city and was amongst the trees today, so this freshly resonates 😊

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  5. Nasuko

    It’s enjyonable:D

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  6. Wonderfully expressed the joy.

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  7. I feel you, Paul! We’re leaving the countryside to go home in the city.

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  8. lync56

    Happy memories of escaping to the wilderness and restoration


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