The Small and Winding Path
The winding path which leads,
Through the old woods,
Cuts between the trees at the bottom of
Grass covered hill.
Here is where,
The sleepy river bends,
Through the fields;
The farmland as it does so.
Fat trout fill the waters.
Butterflies and dragonflies delicately fly past.
Otters and water voles populate the banks.
Bees hum a lazy drone.
It is quiet and restful by the river.
The trees either side,
Provide some protection from the midday sun.
In the very early morning and in the late afternoon,
Shy rabbits frolic and eat in the grass.
Deer can sometimes be spied in the old wood.