Nature´s Tunnel

 

With scarcely a bend or dip it gradually climbed

upwards toward the distant village invisible as

a tunnel of trees, an arc of luscious green in summer

a cavern of powdery white in winter´s frozen landscape

it barred any view

Little traffic did flow along this forgotten thoroughfare

By car or cycle it was an adventure to take

a way never to grow tired of along its route

Years past it had been carpeted with asphalt

with no pavements, road signs or distractions

It drew one along with a strange invitation

for newcomers a tantalising fascination

The trees held at bay scenery and sound

nature´s tunnel led the onward way

Cars had to give way to one another

as walkers side stepped into the tunnel´s hedgerow

The branches met above the road

often touching and intermingling

Squirrels could occasionally be seen

scampering up oneside and down the other

The seasons gave it colour and magical spendour

and in so doing changed its character

but never its allure