BY FIONA CUMMINGS
In the valleys so
deep
It’s here where we
can sleep
Where life can pass
you by
Rivers flow
I can breathe, sigh
Fresh air
Without a care
The rest of the world
so stressed
Away from here is such a mess
But the valleys just
know
They understand
Being here is as if
in a new land
Birds of prey fly
Away from strife
What’s known as life
But it’s here we live
Where nature just
gives
I sit, near a
honeysuckle
Listening to a dam,
trickle
Surrounded by
bluebells
And one single
Foxglove
Oh, I do love
The valley’s, the pasture
The oaks, birch’s and
Aster
A purple carpet
cradles my feet
On a bed of wild
flowers
Like a sheet
The sound of silence
The fragrance
The peace
The silver skies
Fluffy white clouds
so high
A diamond like
raindrop
Kissing a rose
It’s here I chose
Or did the valley
pick me
I planted the willow
tree, and Alder
When I was younger
With my much loved
Grandmother
Near the river
To stabilise the
banks
Each day I give
thanks
For my paradise
I threw the dice
And it rolled here
I won the game
I sit and watch the
deer
They are so tame
They don’t need to be
in fear
For them I have
respect
For this is their
home
I pray they may roam
Free from humans
Who are too busy assuming?
That whatever is here
is theirs
Nothing is safe from
man
No lions, tiger or
bears
But I will do what I can
To give back to my
land
For I understand
It was given to us
free
To you, and to me
An yet still we rob
from it
Like acidic vomit
Some people are full
of poison
We all need a spoon
of medicin
To heal humanity
Give back sanity
For here is a gift
Of a beautiful valley
© Fiona Cummings
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