Amongst fern and nettles the Campion's waving <br />Its petals the shade of the clouds of the dawn, <br />They shine in the hedges and peer from the woodland <br />And rise to the call of the new day that's born. <br /> <br />The gorse casts a spell as it sprinkles the hillside <br />Now lifting from darkness with flowers of gold, <br />I climb to the skies through the grass and the clover <br />And watch as the morning does slowly unfold. <br /> <br />I see there before me the peak in the distance <br />Unveiled to my eyes as the clouds start to clear, <br />The summer air fresh yet it yields only silence <br />For only the sound of the wind do I hear. <br /> <br />I pause there to gaze at the view of the coastline <br />As mist is now lifting from over the sea, <br />I feel now as one with the whole of creation <br />In a land that's untamed and so wild and so free. <br /> <br />I so want to fly on a journey to heaven <br />And sail on the wind as I soar through the air, <br />Far over the downs where the clouds leave their shadows <br />Upon the sweet meadows and fields lying there.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/amongst-fern-and-nettles/
