I love to walk, down country lanes,
and listen to the sound of nature's call.
I do this from the start of spring,
right up to the fall.
Primroses scattered, here and there,
and rabbits running wild.,
all that were in picture books,
when I was just a child.
I walk the lanes, mile upon mile,
far away from the madding crowd,
to a life of sheer beauty,
from a town that was so loud.
I was born a city girl,
who grew up in a snare.
Where houses were built,
row upon row, and smoked
polluted the air.
In the summertime,
My walks take me down to the beach,
to see the horizon,
thats way beyond mans reach.
The salty spray upon my face,
breathing in the ozone air.
running bare foot in the sand,
with the breeze blowing in my hair.
My walks become shorter,
as the autumn comes calling,
the harvest has been gathered,
and the leaves are now falling.
This is the season, to say goodbye,
when nature takes over,
and birds migrate to the sky.
I still walk the lanes,
when the snow is on the ground,
It is my only tribute,
to the love that I have found
for Mother Nature, who I love so dear.
who paints a picture,
from year to year.
sylvia spencer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/countryside-sentiment/
