Saturday, 15 July 2017

I Walked a path

I walked a path I've oft times trod
Bordered by fields all newly ploughed
Man and horse do endlessly plod
Perfection derived by shoulders bowed.
Walking onward through a thicket small
With birds a singing in the boughs
Sitting a while I took in all
Passing minutes turned to hours.
I slaked my thirst at a little rill
Twas as good as any Inn bought ale
Refreshed I climbed up one last hill
Sauntering down one last dale.
Lengthening shadows closed down the day
Darkness fell for twas getting late
With moon and stars to guide my way
I walked the path at a steady gait
Albert Vincent Weymouth.
Art Paul Corfield

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