Trusty boots, and my old Rucksack,
Walking down some old forgotten track.
The warm summer Sun on my back,
Another day, down another track.

Hang your Rucksack on an old wooden stile,
Stop and look around for a while.
So much to make you smile,
So much beauty mile after mile.

Flora and Fauna everywhere you look,
A startled Pheasant; a wise old Rook.
Sticklebacks enjoying an old brook,
The stealthy Jackdaw; natures crook.

"Belladonna" such a beautiful name!
Deadly Nightshade is her real game.
The Crab Apple tree hanging low with fruit,
The Hemlock in his deadly green suit.

Just off the old forgotten track,
Stands an old ramshackle stone shack,
Take a look at that old stone shack!
You might catch a Barn Owl looking back.

Dragonfly`s with wings of lace,
Hovering above the water; so full of grace.
Always brings a smile to my face,
Happy to be in this beautiful place.

By Jim Noond.