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Country clocks
 

From one buttercup to the next,

From one mesmeric moment to the next,

I took a photograph of buttercups in my garden,

And I captured them again same time same place

This year, season to follow season in a flash.
 

City time, town time, country time,

Different clocks, different rhythms,

The buzz of the city is not the same

As the hum of a town,

And the quiet heart of the countryside,

Throbs to a different regulator altogether.
 

I've worked in the city and I've worked in a town,

And now I live in the country where slow clocks abound.

In the country, the earth beneath one's snowy feet may conceal

A hidden clock if only a dandelion one. Snowdrop time,

Daffodil time, lamb time, buttercup time,

Artichoke time, strawberry time and so it goes on.
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Time is everywhere and soon it will be hedge cutting time,

Harvest time, Michaelmas time and dare I say it,

Christmas time. Country clocks?

I love 'em.
 

© Joseph G Dawson

 






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