My Country This is my country. I know the lay of the land and where the footpaths lead. I’ve walked the lanes and breathed their glory in summer’s verdant green and winter’s frosted beauty. I know the wooded glades, the open moor the hidden bogs beneath the tallest fern. I have no yearning for countries far and wide For all and everything both true and free I am reminded of, Each time I walk my country. Wendy Bowers 20.6.18
Looking towards Laneshawbridge from above Wycollar