As I walk through the oldest ever grave yards
Upon the greenest grass I've seen-
With all the most loveliest of wild flowers
The peace of mind there is supreme-
Under the tallest of the oak trees
With squirrels running free-
And upon the many flowers all around
The ever busy bumble bee_
The colors all about so very deep
As in England there is very little glare-
So beautiful it is to take all in
In a place almost beyond compare-
More history with every stride
I've ever seen before-
All I've met as if family
In a place I have come to adore-
And walking through the very oldest graves
Each one telling a story so I find-
I feel such contentment with it all
As poetry comes to mind-