Northern Dales Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Behold ~ he's a country wanderer
with a lifestyle wild and free,
sleeping in meadows and hedgerows
as the stars tell his destiny.
His eyes see the morning splendour
flowers that blossom in spring;
birds that dance to the music
as across the skies they wing.

Surviving on fruit and nuts from the tree
and shellfish found on the shore -
water he drinks from a natural spring
wearing sandals... as Jesus wore.
From dawn until dusk he rambles
over green mountains and vales,
through purple heather and cornfields
in England's beautiful northern dales.