In Print 09

One bright sunny day in the month of October
A circular ramble we took from Wendover.
Through wood and through field we wended our way,
Through chalk, sand and loam and thick muddy clay.

To clambered up slopes till we panted for breath,
Then looked from the summit far into the depth.
We gazed with delight at the wonderful views
Of sky, trees and flowers in glorious hues.

Below in the plain the cattle were grazing;
Their movements, their stillness were truly amazing.
And as we descended the path from on high,
We collected some flowers, my sister and I.