Slow and brambles

Hedgerow  tangles

Butterflies blue and brown

Swallow, Redstart,  Wheatear feed

Before the long journey down

South to Africa they fly

Frenzied feeding in the sky

Before flying home, high

And as I climb these old hill trails

I sense the ancestors

living this land 

And hold their spirits 

in the palm of my hand

I step gently over the old fort wall

That many would fail to notice at all

I tread reverently with a dance in my feet

With joy in my heart

Natures treat

The beauty of the land 

Sharing its treasure

For my growing

My pleasure