A long and lonely walk along the Wolds
To see the spring as it unfolds
Rolling meadows that now are green
With spots of colour to be seen

As daffodils poke through the ground
Perhaps to take a look around
The bluebells cluster all together
As if to seek protection from the weather

I notice the wind and the path it takes
As patterns in the grass it makes
New blossom on the trees like dust
Falls like snow with each fresh gust

Faint sound are carried on the breeze
Of singing birds and rustling trees
And as I reach the bottom of the dell
A babbling brook with tales to tell

Having seen the beauty of this place
Lonely feelings I now replace
In the company of nature at her best
I can’t help feeling, I’m just a guest