Walking through the country lanes

The hedges saturated with honeysuckle

The scent drifting like smoke

Away over the fields.

The first sign of the village

Is the church spire

Looming over the trees

like the mast of a ship.

Walk past the five pubs

And the grotto

Where the statue of the Virgin stands

In a halo of flowers.

On past the fish and chip shop

Where my cousin Mary works

And people sit outside in their cars

Waiting for their fish to be cooked.

My parent's house stands back from the lane

Along a track of earth and stones

Where rabbits appear at night

Vanishing before the car's headlights.

Their house sits in a dip

So it can only just be seen from the road

And here their lives are lived

With the constant smell of the sea.