Oh could we all just once again Together walk that rutted lane ’ Tween brackened hill and meadow sweet And grasses whispering at our feet.
Sweet- scented air on summer’s morn, Red poppies in the golden corn, A rippling, burbling brook nearby And plovers wheeling in the sky Like petals on the morning breeze Fly butterfl ies and honey bees, They seem to kiss each fl ower they meet, What gorgeous fruit and honey sweet.
No more the farmer’s midday snack With hands behind the old haystack, A cider jar on shoulder high, A gurgle and contented sigh.
Nothing new seems quite the same, No neighing horse or lurching wain, A tractor far across the lea Does sadly bring it home to me.
Oh could we all for just a while Pause and let Mother Nature smile.