15 Nov 2004

A walk in the country

A meadow fresh and green as ever
Rolling away in gentle slopes,
Expanses of green leading to the skies
Unending streches of dreamy hopes.

Dotted with sheep, white and plump
Lazing around in a scattered group,
Yet positioned to adorn the field
Like on a stage a dancing troupe.

One turn and behold the change in scene
Towering trees rise up from the ground,
The woods are intense, heavy and deep
In eiree silence with hardly a sound.

Peach, purple, auburn and jade,
Yellow, red, brown, and green
Some on the ground, some on the trees
Leaves of every colour I've seen.

Big leaves on sturdy trunks
Heavy Ivy climbing to conqour,
A mesh of creepers winding around
The tall oaks and slender Fir.

On a wooden bridge we cross a stream
Gurgling and giggling in lively flow,
On either side the willows bend
To kiss the surface of water below.

Again a meadow, again the woods
Now a hill and then a stream,
Colour changing, Drizzle descending
We walk on as if in a dream.

Pigeons and crows, Geese and Swans
Horses and Cows, Dogs and Sheep,
From farms to fields, Meadows to roads
OVer pretty fences and stiles we leap.

The wind is cold and the path is long
Our shoes are soaking wet with rain,
But nature has put up such a grand display
That hearts are glad though feet may pain.

A day in the woods and meadows can give
What a lifetime in the city cannot,
The silence of trees speaks to me
What all the worlds people together could not.

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