Driving Through The Chiltern Hills Poem by Patricia Denise Newman

It's summer and the countryside's aglow
with fields of barley waving in the breeze
we drive along the narrow roads we know
relaxed and feeling very much at ease

With fields of barley waving in the breeze
occasionally we see a drift of white
relaxed and feeling very much at ease
we look about us revelling in the sight

Occasionally we see a drift of white
discovering a field of flax nearby
we look about us revelling in the sight
and watching as the red kites soar on high

Discovering a field of flax nearby
Hidden behind the hedge along the way
and watching as the red kites soar on high
above the hills and valleys bright and gay

Hidden behind the hedge along the way
we come across a welcome pub to rest
above the hills and valleys bright and gay
the darker wooded hillside on its crest

We come across a welcome pub to rest
before we travel onward to our goal
the darker wooded hillside on its crest
we cross, meeting walkers on their stroll

Before we travel onward to our goal
Over pothills and woodland paths we pass
we cross, meeting walkers on their stroll
avoiding cyclists hurtling by so fast

Over pothills and woodland paths we pass
we drive along the narrow roads we know
avoiding cyclists hurtling by so fast
It's summer and the countryside's aglow