The day dawned, dewy, but the mist was clearing;
the sun rose fiercely, soon was scorching, searing.
The trail was blazing and our heads were burning.
From Wetton Mill, we walked; we were returning.
We stopped to shelter \'neath a leafy bower.
We said, \"five minutes,\" but we sat an hour
to hear the murmur of a stream, fast flowing
and listen to a field of flowers growing.
And in that stillness, from the sunshine, shaded,
we killed the time, while precious peace pervaded
our souls. For weeks, we\'d been wound up and wired;
of mindless chatter, we were sick and tired!
Refreshed, once more, along the trail we travelled.
The sky grew darker as the day unravelled.
Then dusk descended and the light was fading,
till moon, as stately sun, came masquerading!