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

 

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