My summer stroll

Beyond the line of the horizon I roam the long and dusty road either side my lane is wizen with brushwood bracken bent and bowed..as the scorching sun has sizzled way beneath it’s clouded cloak, budding blossoms bow their shrinking heads from the drought of dearth and choke..tho I wander in the eventide on the setting of the sun, I yearn to reach my homestead when my summer stroll is done

Thru the ravine along yonder valley my legs shall lead me to a waterfall, whence I will stumble on a signpost standing by a dry stone wall..turning west in the direction of the name upon the sign, I plan to reach my destination as the big ol’e moon is bright with shine.. so he can light me with his lantern and be my trusty guide, to ramble alongside the Lilypods flourishing on the riverside.. strength and sinew be my saviour, my salvation on my hike, let the layout of the land shield me from the thorny dyke..I feel the flurry of summer’s kiss gently in the blowing breeze, I hear the crackle and the rustle wafting thru the tall oak trees

Skylarks dart and dive in courtship as they sweetly sing their lover’s lament..swooping in a frenzied flummox, hiding from my eye’s intent..busy bees buzz and bumble hovering on a buttercup, butterflies flit and flutter falling fast then rising up..Ahh the sounds of summer’s season melodies amongst the meadow grass, as the sunshine says farewell in cumulus clouds that float and pass.. duskiness shrouds the skies dimming all under it’s spell.. yet just below where I am standing is my little town I know so well..so I’ve reached my journeys end from the trail on which I tread..leading me back to the beginning, my home where I was born and bred