A Gift Poem by Phil Soar

I walked a mile to where I’d smiled when I was there before
Beyond the field that led through woods, that seemed so warm and pure
Away from all the bustle, and the daily office grind
To sit astride a country style, and free my troubled mind

To watch the day pass overhead, as clouds and wind flew by
To witness life in all its styles, and look up to the sky
As grey turned blue and the air felt new, my heart had such a lift
These sorts of days just made me smile, they really are a gift