Betwxit the earth the heaven and the sultry summer skies , the housemartins swirl and swoop this heady summer days, a burning and a yearning spell is cast over me that I must get out and let the magic of the countryside tip over me. I couldn't stop a bit longer letting the time run through my fingers like water. When all the world is bit a hullabaloo throw open the door and just walk it through !
That magical time before the world wakes , the clinking and clanging of the breakfast plates , the time mine the time is now to take a stroll upon the lane once more. I dream of bicycle with baskets and other such things to know one day ,I will glide down the lanes oh how the nightingale will sing. Further I get from the urban sprawl once more in the lush of the countryside which is so much the draw , the dew is fading form the mornings earlier laze , the promise of a good day is all I want report.
The day has yet to been written don't you see , a friendly hello upon each welcome traveller upon the lane carries the message of humanly kinds upon the masses. Spiralling little acts kindness are but a few ones they remind us we have are heart and we are not alone ,
"Hello Good Morning "
A magpie I see hopping gleefully and quite cheekily , thistles twist bend and sway with intrepitation will they scratch upon my person ?
Just a little wander today ... you see
I have to get back for my cup of tea.
That magical time before the world wakes , the clinking and clanging of the breakfast plates , the time mine the time is now to take a stroll upon the lane once more. I dream of bicycle with baskets and other such things to know one day ,I will glide down the lanes oh how the nightingale will sing. Further I get from the urban sprawl once more in the lush of the countryside which is so much the draw , the dew is fading form the mornings earlier laze , the promise of a good day is all I want report.
The day has yet to been written don't you see , a friendly hello upon each welcome traveller upon the lane carries the message of humanly kinds upon the masses. Spiralling little acts kindness are but a few ones they remind us we have are heart and we are not alone ,
"Hello Good Morning "
A magpie I see hopping gleefully and quite cheekily , thistles twist bend and sway with intrepitation will they scratch upon my person ?
Just a little wander today ... you see
I have to get back for my cup of tea.







