happiest when in rubber boots,
stumbling over pine tree roots,
awed by river flood awash,
muddy water, speed and slosh;
wading through pathway pools,
gently touching brown toadstools.
showers surrender to the sun,
Jack strains leash, let him run,
invisible quarry-scented trail,
motor-driven happy tail:
eyes shine bright, ears alert,
wiry dog hair damp with dirt.
country haven for your heart,
suburban life plays smaller part,
nature best, your farmer genes
drawn to these rugged rural scenes
– and most times I accompany you,
even if only for an hour or two….