The winding lane twists and turns
as it meanders up hill and down dale
stretching far ahead, a silvery thread
glistening and glinting beckoning me on

Peaceful countryside noises abound in the air
cooing of woodpigeons, rapid tapping of woodpecker
raucous cries of rooks nesting in the trees nearby
low mooing of cows and bleats from the young lambs

As I journey onwards beneath the vibrant blues skies
I come to a brow and there stretched out before me
a landscape so picture perfect it moves me to tears
verdant hues of green from the meadows scent filled air

This is where I want to be and to grow gracefully old
to put down my roots and settle in this peaceful vale
to wake each day to the glories of nature each different
something new to catch my eye and fill me with delight

A place to rest with natures bounteous treasures spread
to revive a weary soul to heal the ravishes of every day life