CCC#30: A Ramblers Tale

Atilla the tractor 1

Crimson’s Creative Challenge

Now settle down and listen well,
for a rambler’s tale I here do tell:
I walked, you see …

Through fens and fields in various states,
over broken stiles and five-bar gates;
I took a break upon a bank
(shoes removed, already rank).

But hark, list you, what’s that?

A thunderous throb and it approaches,
booms and bellows quite atrocious,
roaring along that narrow lane.
Yay, it’s Atilla the Tractor been driven insane.
Up that grassy bank I scrambled
Almost was my final ramble


True story. There wasn’t a toe’s gap twixt those big wheels and where I’d sat.

 

 

 

About crispina kemp

Spinner of Asaric and Mythic tales
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29 Responses to CCC#30: A Ramblers Tale

  1. Nice picture, inspiration for my quickly whipped up whimsy at http://bobfairfield.org/2019/06/06/ccc-30-this-farming-life/

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  2. Violet Lentz says:

    What fun! The read I mean, not being nearly devoured by Attila!

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  3. Jen Goldie says:

    Great write Crispina, Though I did find it funny, I’m glad you came away unscathed.I enjoyed the poem very much and laughed..sorry lol

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  4. Laleh Chini says:

    Great poem dear, sorry for what happened.

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  5. Michael says:

    One has to be so careful when in the country. I imagine it would have been quite terrifying.

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    • crimsonprose says:

      I expected the driver to slow, to allow us to move. There was no verge my side of the lane, but a bank that rose at least 8′ (old country lanes are more like hollow-ways). However, there was woodland to the far side of the road, which would have been easier. But to reach it when he wasn’t slowing? So I climbed and threw myself flat. I’m not sure I was terrified; it was all so fast.

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  6. Oh my! I am glad you made out well and alive. 🙂 This is such a wonderful poem! I love it.

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    • crimsonprose says:

      I thank you. Both for your comment on the poem, and my survival. I do wonder if the beast would have yanked on his anchor at the last moment if I hadn’t scarpered up that bank. I still think he’d been drinking.

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  7. Dale says:

    Oh my goodness!
    What a great poem and rather glad you escaped Attila’s “jaws”…

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  8. Wow – too close for comfort! I’m so glad to hear no damage was done – beyond the shock of its sudden appearance. Great poem, Crispina! 🙂

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    • crimsonprose says:

      I thank you, Sammi.
      I was walking along a similar rural lane last week, almost vertical banks rising 12′ above me (I do not exaggerate) and I heard something coming up behind me. I hastened up the hill, to find a convenient ‘passing place’. And the gentleman-driver allowed me the time. Phew!

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