Manicured ornate show gardens
To attract visitors, the goal
Flower beds neat and fancy
But the wild calls my soul
From the woods I hear a chiffchaff
Such a special sound and sight
By remote farm outbuildings
I spot a barn owl one night
By their nests in a sand dune
Sand martins swish by overhead
At a quiet reed edged lake
A moorhen, glint of bill red
A gracious gift to the soul
For each adult and child
Ramble off the beaten track
Go to where it's wild
Ramble off the beaten track go to where it's wild Ah! ! That speaks to my soul Margaret. I love the title also
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is immense pleasure in visiting wild places and enjoying natures bounty. Very nice Margaret.10++
Certainly Anil, thanks a million!