The morning Moon floats by
As i walk beneath a clear blue sky.
Walking through the morning dew,
Silver pearls on leather shoe.
"Wandering; Walking".

Looking down from North Hill high,
Malvern spreads out to a happy eye.
My place of birth...My place of birth,
My happy place on this old earth.
"Wandering; Walking".

The hills awash with a sea of green,
Rosebay-Willow and Foxglove can be seen,
Standing proud in that sea of green,
A sight to behold whenever seen.
"Wandering; Walking".

The Stonechat hiding in the Gorse!
Hoping the hovering Hawk will alter his course.
Dipping and diving goes the Woodpecker Green,
Usually heard before being seen.
"Wandering; Walking".

Skylark singing from on high,
A solitary Raven strutting on by.
Swifts like silent poetry in the sky,
Simple pleasures as time slips by.
"Wandering; Walking".

By Jim Noond.