Among The Rolling Hills Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

A drive along the country roads,
Travelling far and yonder,
Young lambs run gaily in the fields,
Free to roam and wander,
The pretty painted cottages,
Nestled in the valley,
Rolling hills that spread afar,
Beauty there before me,
A herd of cows,
Are grazing,
The green and luscious grass,
A Farmer rides his tractor,
I spot him as we pass,
There's not a cloud,
In this bright blue sky,
It's such a lovely day,
It really looks a picture,
Of natures special way.



Jayne Louise Davies