O, field so green and sky so blue!

Sounds of birdsong as I walk,

tall grass heads in shades of pink,

trees of hawthorn, lime and oak.

Comforting warmth on shoulders bare

from June’s late afternoon sunshine,

yonder meadows like patchwork quilt

o’er secluded railway line.

 

Nothing now to destroy my calm

not that horn from passing train

nor farmer’s new obstructing fence

forcing return to Hillside Lane.

Even my stubborn little dog

can see I can’t walk through

so back we go enjoying view

of field so green and sky so blue.