A lot of people outside their home Finding things to do Paint stripping, sunbathing No time to sample a brew
Walk up to Lyn’s land Wood anemones, violets, bluebells Line the path to the top Looked over the top to view the drop
The panoramic scene unfolds With dotted farm and shed We’re not alone surveying the land A Red Kite flies overhead
Cowslips, stitchwort, Gorse and May All grace our way atop Another walk, another day Will this lockdown ever stop?
By Sandra Young
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