Wandering In the Countryside

Age can never erase memories of yore, For there's an old but lovely song still rambling In my head as I love to go a wandering Along the vales or up the mountain sides, Fetching flora, photographing fauna and sampling Wildflowers, collecting leaves fancy or plain. Study trees, evergreen or autumnal bare. How I loved to stop near some clear rill. There would be daffodils I’m sure up on some hill. Checked which song birds choose to build their cosy nests, Birds picking up small or curvy twigs with care. Even today I ramble along the vast countryside, Sometimes I rest, imbibing the air so fresh, Watch some little children playing joyfully With young nuns in front the impoverished crèche. Bells ring from a chapel calling for prayer, I join trusting my sins the good Lord would spare.