I strolled through millhams mead to longhams way
spied rabbits in the fields at play
spied fisherman and boys at water upon the stour
so hard at play today wouldn't have it any other way
the fields were emerald green and the thorns and bracken were so thick and course
saw the swans in flight and the scattered n chained up gypsy horse
the day was hot just like English summers so long ago
but the season's now seem to come and go fleetingly
the squirrels they played beneath the great oak boughs
whilst the reeds did sway and the nettles caste their spell today
the butterfly red admirals soared just like wisps of play
i glimpsed a heron then he flew away
it was just like any other day on longham way