where i live

I live in a hamlet,
Not many people live there.

It can be found via a series of winding roads.

As you drive down these narrow roads,
Fields and bushes flash past the contours of your vision,
As the tarmac ahead disappears in front of you,
And the sky looks down.
This is one of the few places where the sky seems pleased to look,
And so will ask the sun also,
Before it then falls beneath the horizon.

If you drive these roads then,
When the moon has come to light the on looking sky,
And your headlights beat through the mist that hangs like clouds,
As though they have come for a closer look,
Then you may think that you see other on lookers,
As the headlights illuminate the open churchyard gate,
But soon they are gone.
And I am home,
At the place where I live.