Country Walks

Rambling through dense tree bark

Over brambles and thistles

I’m stopped, captivated by a lark

It’s haunting whistles  

 

Over there’s a rabbit hurriedly running

A dear curiously looks in to my eyes
A fox saunters by, arrogant and cunning

Birds above fill the skies  

 

Fields ripple like the deep blue sea

Trees swaying in gentle breezes

Climbing a sty, it’s a joy to be free

Suddenly a hedgehog sneezes  

 

Activity and colours extend for miles

I take a deep breath and my whole body smiles

   

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© 2007 Robert Cashmore