If I’d only gone straight on after Tanyard Green
I’d have made it home much sooner
But I never would have seen
That John Deere and silage trailer running flat-out on the road
To the hungry forage harvester for one more load.
If I’d turned to the left when I chose to go right
I’d have dodged that one-in-seven
But I would have missed the sight
Of a big New Holland crawling with the throttle thrown wide
As it hauled a power harrow up a steep hillside.
If I’d thought to take the shortcut, not the long way round,
I’d have saved myself some miles
But instead I caught the sound
Of three magpies’ loud alarums in an oak, while down below
The dog-fox paused, then vanished in the deep hedgerow.
Yes, it’s easy to regret the many roads I never took –
All those straighter, smoother highways –
But I must not overlook
All the unexpected magic that’s waylaid me on this track;
I’ll forsake the map and compass, ride my road – and not look back.
Hi Nick!
As opposed to Robert Frost’s not taken road! A poem that really kick started me into poetry 🙂
This is so weird!! I love your poem, it has to be a favourite of mine! But it is so similar in its theme to the poem I am posting next on WP! The coincidence (synchronicity?) made me shiver! Lookout for it in a few days time! If you want to of course. id hate to think I was ordering you around in any way!! Lol
Xx
I was talking to a friend on Saturday about poetry and tractors (as you do) and you pop up with one this morning.
I will send her a link
I hope you are well Nick
David
Though I rarely enjoy being lost…one must admit as you note..sometimes the best sights are seen then…enjoyed your poem and the memories it engendered.
Hi Nick, good poem, we seem to be all on the move it seems 🙂 poetry wise. Good to see another poem of yours! I hope you are doing well.