As I Walked Out One Midsummer Morning

by Laurie Lee

walking not only as a means of motion but also as a means of knowing

Most of the old roads have gone, and the motor car, since then, has begun to cut the landscape to pieces, through which the hunched-up traveller races at gutter height, seeing less than a dog in a ditch.

I was young, full of wine, and in love with poetry, and was hearing it now from the poet’s mouth.