Unseen

If I can stand a while in thought, and trance
The clouds away to brighter clearer skies; 
Along the lane I’ll  run and glimpse a passing glance 
Afforded in return a valuable surprise.

The hedges tall ensconced  with  bramble, 
Sink sunken lanes devoid of any view;
But every now  and then like rhythmic punctuation rambles,     
A gateway lights a  beacon shining through.

Beyond the gate the land just melts away,
A steep, yet sheep- worn slope  to  valley floor; 
A pasture managed and preserved in time,until today; 
Through successive generations to folklore.

For how long unseen this   landscape escapes the plough? 
For now I simply wonder  at the beauty afforded now.