I Went Walking
I went walking beneath an English sky,
around dormant fields churned winter brown.
The chill air on my face was crisp and dry.
The path I walked waved up and down
gentle undulating hills.
I followed an ancient bridle way
that crossed my track whilst wandering free
sometime around the middle of the day
as I emerged into greenery
covering the way ahead.
Lit it was, with dappled sunlight dancing
flickering golden stars on to the ground
“come follow” called this path enchanting
so I, with freedom at my heels found
myself out upon those hills.
He reached out and took my hand,
lingering warmth from the early morning
flowed between us.
Bird song piped and twittered.
Gentle spring sunshine
broke through the chill March wind.
By the edge of the canal
I placed one foot in front of the other
and my heart smiled.