Hills And Dales. - Poem by Bernard Shaw
Strolling over hills and dales,
Wandering through the land of Wales.
Groves of ash I passed on my way,
Tall trees in the wind did sway.
Ferns luscious in their coats of green,
Wild flowers many I have never seen.
A glory opening to my wondering eyes,
At each turn and bend some new surprise.
Villages enchanting to behold,
A few quite new many very old.
With here and there ruins of stone,
Reminding me that I am alone.
Alone on a journey of my choice,
Good reason for my soul to rejoice.
I realised that it soon must end,
My mind sorrowful thoughts did send.
I must return to my daily routine,
Happy and thankful for all I have seen.
Nature had shown me yet once again,
That she alone had the power to keep me sane.
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