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.
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.
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.
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
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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