When Green Hill led to Highcliff Nab Up from Kemplah Fields, Then when all my world was young And all was meant to be, Life was enriched by Nature’s call; The world was one to me.
Now, when old age has taken youth And life resolves in retrospection, Those childhood days become intense, The fount of my reflection.
I feel, I touch, the close-knit turf That dressed the hills I trod. The waves of bracken still haunt my mind As if bespoke of God, And heather, clothing moor and dale, Purpling the timeless scene, Rekindles every hope I have Been granted in the life I’ve seen.
Contentment suffuses the scene And peace lies softly on the land Life languishes in its grip Labour held in thrall to lassitude Neglectful now of endeavour.
In the calm Of the midday sun The farm sleeps on Parading its contentment Revealing its accord With its heritage By just being there Seemingly throughout time Amid the rolling fields Savouring The languor of a lazy day The serenity Of a sublime summer
The quiet joy of existence Tells more of peace Than a thousand pacts Life lived In alliance with nature Endowing us with serenity.