Who walks with me along my ways
Of bruisèd reeds and smoking flax,
Amid the feather rye that sways
And hides the parched earth's cracks?
Who walks with me past guelder rose
With brambles scrambling to conceal
The hazel boughs and blackthorn sloes,
The bindweed's healing peal?
Who strolls among the buttercups,
A galaxy of saffron gold,
A clover bee its pollen sups
In amethystine folds?
Who walks with me on woodland paths
Beneath translucent vaults of green,
Where Sisley's bluebells fragrance wafts
And hints at lands unseen?
Whose tracks imprint the stony miles,
Pounded by boot and flinty shoe,
Whose hand spans barbed and broken stiles
And points to pastures new?
Who whispers that all will be well
When linked we promenade the shore
On blotting sand and broken shell:
I would know who you are.
Causes Rosy Cole Supports
World Vision, International Prison Outreach, Salvation Army, Emmaus Project, Poor Clares, DogsTrust, BUAV (against animal testing) WWT (Wildfowl &...