Sunday Afternoon Stroll
Lichen-covered wood rough beneath my arms
Dandelion clocks floating by on a warm, gusty breeze
The scent of hot summer grass, strong
A heron wheels above me, huge and prehistoric, while lower down the slope five dainty Cabbage Whites dance in harmony
Behind me, the sound of trickling water
From two fields distant, the bleating of a noisy lamb
Down in the valley bottom, the sticky air is motionless
A pheasant leads her brood of babies away from me
Past the home of Ronnie the Rocking Horse Maker where a branch of crinkled brown leaves overhangs the wall
And now up the steep slope at the other side, sampling blackberries as I go
Suddenly a stampede of raucous sheep across the hillside
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