Norfolk's Countryside

Driving through the countryside,
Norfolk at its best.
Autumn's gold lay on the ground…
Autumn's wind so fresh.
The bright blue sky with fluffy clouds,
Cows in fields so wide.
The ploughman works for ever more…
Nature by his side.
Rabbits run from hole to hole,
Deer's from wood to wood.
The autumn sun turns life to gold…
Just as all life should.
The radios on its radio two,
Songs are playing loud.
I wind down the window to breathe in the air,
Releasing another smoke cloud.
It is so good to be here,
In England's pleasant land.
The countryside of Norfolk…
Where all life is so grand.

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