Strolling over hills and dales, <br /> <br />Wandering through the land of Wales. <br /> <br />Groves of ash I passed on my way, <br /> <br />Tall trees in the wind did sway. <br /> <br />Ferns luscious in their coats of green, <br /> <br />Wild flowers many I have never seen. <br /> <br />A glory opening to my wondering eyes, <br /> <br />At each turn and bend some new surprise. <br /> <br />Villages enchanting to behold, <br /> <br />A few quite new many very old. <br /> <br />With here and there ruins of stone, <br /> <br />Reminding me that I am alone. <br /> <br />Alone on a journey of my choice, <br /> <br />Good reason for my soul to rejoice. <br /> <br />I realised that it soon must end, <br /> <br />My mind sorrowful thoughts did send. <br /> <br />I must return to my daily routine, <br /> <br />Happy and thankful for all I have seen. <br /> <br />Nature had shown me yet once again, <br /> <br />That she alone had the power to keep me sane.<br /><br />Bernard Shaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hills-and-dales/
