I love to walk, down country lanes, <br />and listen to the sound of nature's call. <br />I do this from the start of spring, <br />right up to the fall. <br />Primroses scattered, here and there, <br />and rabbits running wild., <br />all that were in picture books, <br />when I was just a child. <br />I walk the lanes, mile upon mile, <br />far away from the madding crowd, <br />to a life of sheer beauty, <br />from a town that was so loud. <br />I was born a city girl, <br />who grew up in a snare. <br />Where houses were built, <br />row upon row, and smoked <br />polluted the air. <br />In the summertime, <br />My walks take me down to the beach, <br />to see the horizon, <br />thats way beyond mans reach. <br />The salty spray upon my face, <br />breathing in the ozone air. <br />running bare foot in the sand, <br />with the breeze blowing in my hair. <br />My walks become shorter, <br />as the autumn comes calling, <br />the harvest has been gathered, <br />and the leaves are now falling. <br />This is the season, to say goodbye, <br />when nature takes over, <br />and birds migrate to the sky. <br />I still walk the lanes, <br />when the snow is on the ground, <br />It is my only tribute, <br />to the love that I have found <br />for Mother Nature, who I love so dear. <br />who paints a picture, <br />from year to year.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/countryside-sentiment/
