I love to walk, down country lanes,
and listen to the sound of nature's call.
I do this from the start of spring,
right up to the fall.
Primroses scattered, here and there,
and rabbits running wild.,
all that were in picture books,
when I was just a child.
I walk the lanes, mile upon mile,
far away from the madding crowd,
to a life of sheer beauty,
from a town that was so loud.
I was born a city girl,
who grew up in a snare.
Where houses were built,
row upon row, and smoked
polluted the air.
In the summertime,
My walks take me down to the beach,
to see the horizon,
thats way beyond mans reach.
The salty spray upon my face,
breathing in the ozone air.
running bare foot in the sand,
with the breeze blowing in my hair.
My walks become shorter,
as the autumn comes calling,
the harvest has been gathered,
and the leaves are now falling.
This is the season, to say goodbye,
when nature takes over,
and birds migrate to the sky.
I still walk the lanes,
when the snow is on the ground,
It is my only tribute,
to the love that I have found
for Mother Nature, who I love so dear.
who paints a picture,
from year to year.
The moods incaptured in this, really pull at the reader from different angles and for all the right reasons.Love Duncan
Nice poem, I can see that you really take pleasure in enjoying nature!
My walks become shorter, as the autumn comes calling, the harvest has been gathered, and the leaves are now falling. This is the season, to say goodbye, when nature takes over, and birds migrate to the sky. Beautiful poem. I loved it thoroughly.
Wonderful write Sylvia, a lovely read and a pleasure to view. Love Ernestine XXX
Sylive, this has a wonderful flow, calm and serene and an ending that fits just perfectly. A delightful write that carries a wonderful sentiment. Warmest wishes, Justine
A beautifully constructed poem and a lovely read too. Flows so well, it carries one along painting a lovely scene on the way. Loved it. Love Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great one sylvia what country are you from? im from the Philippines.just click my poem to reply.love sergio