We climbed the hill,
Up the dale we went.
It was a hard climb
But we made it,
Made it to the top.
As ever the view was there
And it was worth it.
I had seen it many times,
My friends just stood,
Stood in quiet reverence
Just taking in the majesty,
The majesty of the patchwork,
The patchwork of verdant growth.
It was spread out before them
It was like god’s blanket.
The colours of nearing Autumn
Patched the blanket
With russets, golds and reds,
Studding the hedgerows
With pops of colour
That drew the eye.
Colours that changed every day
As Natures canvas painted new,
Painted new art each day.