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.