Walk In The Valley

The may beckoned me onto 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 wafted 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.

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Now the may beckons mealong different ways
My thoughts wander back thereto that soft wondrous day.