Step Down the Pace
wild roadside poppies
turreted hill top hamlets
bathed in ochre
drenched in light
distant weathered farms front
robot rusted ploughs
freewheeling around curvy lanes
to reveal
battalions of sunflowers
deep clear trouted rivers
turning aged mossed water mills
churning up the morn
with constant flurry
aromatic market life
all bric-a-brac and Brie
fine white lace
but s’il vous plait
step down the pace
whilst cycling out through France
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