“Pack up all your troubles in an old kit bag”

And my feelings of frustrations from todays problematic pandemic situations were almost gone

This wonderful warmth that was beaming down on me that I had came upon

Soon made my woodland wanders so worth while, Mother nature had won!!

It was a case of “Pack up all your troubles in an old kit bag” and go out for a dander

So I crossed the green grass of those wild floral meadows and  followed the rivers of meander

And ended up taking a well earned rest, sat on a little wooden stile under the shade of this old, ancient oak tree