Tree bridging a lane
A canopy of green and
I know my wanders will not be in vain
As I explore a beautiful county
I wonder back in the day
Did this lane join farms
Was it a pathway
For sheep and cattle
Or was it a lane
For harvesters and their tools
When Autumn came round again
And fields rang with song
What lies round the distant corner
Fields of corn, woods of oaks
To a river with flowing water
Whatever, all will bring joy.