Secret Streams and Waterfalls
far from the madding roads and cars
this green and pleasant land of ours
conceals beyond its dry stone walls
secret streams and waterfalls
where stepping stones dyed green by moss
lie half submerged and reach across
to distant fields of eighties' skies
where grazing sheep still vocalize
and move away as we both pass
along 'our path' across the grass
rekindling memories as it weaves
of long lost bonfires burning leaves
towards a place called yesterday:
'over the hills - and far away'.
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