The WoldsA Poem by Sam StanhopePart of the "Far Away" collection.Behold the hills The woods, the Wolds The fields that roll amongst the folds The wave of grain and golden wheat Which flow from valley onto peak Beset the North South, East and West And follow where your path feels best Indulge in Summer Autumn, Spring And glory in what winter brings Paddle brook And babbling stream Get a feel for what rambling means Fly down hillside Fall on grass Lie and stare at clouds go past… © 2011 Sam Stanhope |
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