I love to walk down country lanes,
and listen to the sound of natures call.
I do this from the start of spring,
right up until the fall.
Primroses scattered,here and there,
with rabbits running wild.
All these things, were in picture books,
when I was just a child.
I walk the lanes for mile upon mile,
far away from the madding crowd.
Crossing the meadows and viewing farms
With the sun on my back,and on my face a smile.
I was born a city girl, and grew up in a snare,
where houses were built row upon row,
and diesel polluted the air.
When I walk the lanes,I think of wealth,
and what God has provided for me,
The beautiful countryside, and very good health.
In the summertime, my walks take me down to the beach.
To see the horizon,
thats way beyond mans reach.
With the salty spray upon my face,
breathing in the ozone air.
Running bare feet in the sand,
and the breeze blowing through 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, that I say goodbye,
to the friendly creatures,
and the birds in the sky.
I still walk the lanes, when snow is on the ground,
Its my only tribute,
to the love that I have found.
That keeps me walking from year to year.
To see "Mother Nature" who I love so dear.
The author lived in London,
Her life changed when she found
Countryside bliss.
