My great outdoors

My great outdoors is beckoning me to walk like I used to wild and free and there’s one thing I am sure of, it is a certainty, I shall stroll my haunts of memory.. but the blight of Winter is fierce and strong boisterously blowing yon eerie song..cooling my cares and chilling my bones, a solace season of suffering without dulcet tones..my lovely land of lucious fresh green grass way beyond the horizon on the Penine pass.. those hills and mountains where I belong reminiscing tall tales from old bygone..bloodshed battles between a rival clan, big, burly Scotsman and Englishman

I shall roam the purple heather where the Skylark dwells sniffing in the aromas with the scented smells..adoring the panoramic scenic views with saturated silhouettes of shaded hues..my little piece of pleasure plodding past the hills amidst the ever changing seasons betwixt the sensational thrills..to feel the unpolluted air cleansing my soul, I shall return to my wandering, yes I will achieve my goal..so rollon the sights and the splenderous Spring with the daffodils a’blooming and the swallows on wing..strolling along England’s green and perfect pleasant land from the sheer heart and soul of Mother nature’s command