The Wolds

The Wolds

A Poem by Sam Stanhope
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Part of the "Far Away" collection.

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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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Added on August 3, 2011
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