The Downs. Poem by Graham Jones

As I walk this lonely hillside
With the wind against my face
The land spreads out before me
The countryside in all her grace

The beauty of the Southdowns
Her rolling hills and fields of green
The ancient Yews and woodlands
By far the best I've ever seen

Thatched cottages all dressed in white
With moss encrusted walls
Toadstools littered here and there
Like little market stalls

The day is filled with birdsong
The scent of flowers permeates the air
A distant church bell ringing
What magic could compare

If there is a heaven on earth
I think I've found it here
For Hampshire in the springtime
Is all that I hold dear.