A Quiet Walk

Am I the only one here?

The hedgerows are scented and pretty with may,
And white is the cow-parsley bord'ring the way,
But the ramblers have mostly gone home for the day.
Am I the only one here?

Three horses graze steadily down by the fence.
The roar of the highway is half a mile hence.
Men rush in tin boxes to east and to west;
They could linger by here if they wanted to rest.
Am I the only one here?

Next comes the marina, where pleasure-boats moor,
But none from the chalet appears at his door.
The bulrushes grow where the blue river laps,
And nobody minds if I take a few snaps.
Am I the only one here?

Once, without warning, a cyclist came nigh.
I was only too glad to let him pass by.
But he did not speak and neither did I,
And now I'm the only one here.

A gate: and the Aquadrome spreading below.
Pale caravans glisten there, row upon row.
But the mothers are in and attending to tea,
And the kids and the fathers are watching TV,
So I'm the only one here.

My feet are not tired; I walk with a will.
A snake slithers off as I cross by the mill.
Trains once carried passengers by Clifford Hill,
But now I'm the only one here.
Still the telegraph poles traverse the landscape,
But the fields smell of cabbage and dazzle with rape ....

Help! I'm all alone!