Cross hills and valleys with dales so green

to see the land you’ve never seen

the water runs across this land

feel it trickle down your hand

to stand upon a grassy hill

see the golden daffodil.

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to walk the woods of bluebell’s fair

to smell the fragrance in the air

to pick the heather as you pass

rest a while sit on the grass

look around at what you see

this is all for you and me….