I was driving along the country road,
The hedges each side.
On one side the hills climbed up,
The hills covered with trees,
The golden trees of autumn,
Nature’s palette at its best.
I drove on,
The hedges on the other side
Hiding the fields,
The fields leading to the river,
My River.
The hedges thinned out
And left me expecting
A sward of green pasture.
But no,
That pasture had changed,
It was now a lake,
A lake where swans and ducks
Swam with joy,
Swam in peace,
In peace and contentment.