Walking the rugged paths and lanes
Over hill and vale,
through field and wood
Past timbered cottages with thatched roofs
And white picket fences and wishing wells
Ending at a country pub with low oak beams
And brasses decorating
the walls
Such is my idyllic
vision of a country walk
The sunshine dances
On butterfly wings
As they flit and flutter
Never still, never
pausing
As they in turn dance
To natures gentle
tune
The sunrise was a glowing red
As the day began frostily
Beneath the clear skies
But those skies turned grey
As the days early promise faded
Along with the light
What was clear however
Was that rain was on the way
Maybe even hill snow
But it was equally possible
That the sky will become blue again
And for some the sun may return
When we were kids, we didn’t go
Sledging and
tobogganing
Going down the hill on
a tin tray
Was more our kind of
thing
Life was much simpler when I was a boy
And I often look back now
that I’m a man
Like when the first
significant snow came,
And we built the
world’s biggest snowman
Well maybe not the
biggest one built, but
The biggest that seven
year old children can
After the ice queens bitter touch
Fountains cascaded no
more,
Waterfalls become inanimate
And you cannot avoid her winter bite
Driving snow falls upon frost and ice
And the world feels
her bitter chill
For a hundred years or
more
When we were kids, we would go
Out in the freshly fallen snow
And have a massive snowball fight
Doing battle till the enemy took flight