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Photo-a-Day  (Tuesday, 20th October, 2020)

The Road Home


The Road Home
The ploughing almost done. Standish.

Photo: Poet  (Lenovo TAB 2 A10-70F)
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Comment by: Irene Roberts on 20th October 2020 at 09:07

What a lovely photo. Was that morning or evening, poet?

Comment by: Roy on 20th October 2020 at 09:53

I knew it was one of yours Dave before i saw your name, it has Autumn written all over it, nice one.

Comment by: Veronica on 20th October 2020 at 11:11

Work's done for the day,
Ahm' gooin' w'home for mi tay....

Comment by: Mick on 20th October 2020 at 11:25

Whats on the right just behind the fence

Comment by: Poet on 20th October 2020 at 12:01

It's around 9 in the morning Irene , but I noticed that already the farmer had nearly done. I liked the idea of capturing the tractor heading home in the distance , though it's not come out as clear as I intended .

Comment by: Dave on 20th October 2020 at 12:28

Mick , they are the solar panels of the eco farm .

Comment by: Mick on 20th October 2020 at 14:17

Yes I thought they looked like solar panels Dave, so the photo must be took over Chisnall way.

Comment by: Dave on 20th October 2020 at 16:32

Close to Mick , Chisnall woods are to the left out of picture . The farm is Langtree Old Hall and the photo was taken from the path that runs from Pepper lane .

Comment by: Edna on 20th October 2020 at 21:27

Really good Autumn photo, tractor can just be seen in the distance.

Comment by: m on 20th October 2020 at 23:30

Trapped in our houses,
away from those we care,
We cannot touch our loved ones,
a breaking point laid bare.
A day goes to the next one,
each one just seems the same,
the ticking clock grows older,
we look for ones to blame.
But then we enter Nature,
The hand of God for free,
Our soul it finds a heaven,
that our inner self can see.
No lift can lift our body,
Nor mind to vultures soar,
Than our lonely self in Nature,
Released and free once more..

Comment by: Gill on 21st October 2020 at 09:12

What a beautiful photo, very evocative. Love the poem too, so true.

Comment by: Edna on 21st October 2020 at 21:35

Very nice poem, m, we have some really good poets on here.

Comment by: Farmer Bob on 22nd October 2020 at 13:53

"Sin six o 'clock yon tractor's grumblt
Un' stone un rock ' neath ploughs us tumblt
Like mornin' hours ; nigh brockken un crumblt .
I'll tell thee poet me bellys just rumblt ".

" Not long 'whomward ney then Bob ,
Kettull ul be boiling on thee hob ,
We bacon un eggs on hot buttered cobs ,
Thas earnt thee breakfurst , thas done a good job"

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