WALK IN THE VALLEY

The may beckoned me on
To the curve in the lane
I had walked here before
On this wondrous terrain.
A patchwork of yellow
With fields golden green,
Village lane winding through
This most beautiful scene.

Meandering on with
dappled shade from the trees
The cry of the skylark
Wafting in with the breeze.
Soft scent in the air,
Absorbs warmth from the hay
Mixed perfumes of summer
All heralding my way.

All is quiet and still
Just the hum of the bee
Moments of paradise
Enveloping me.

Now the may beckons me
Along different ways
My thoughts wander back there
To that soft wondrous day.

Marion McAulay- August 2006
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