Dunstable Downs

A hillside of walkers gathering slow blend with the gold medal fields all aglow. Kites finding freedom, flutter and flow as looping Red Kites begin to swoop low. Families with picnics bask in the sun whilst ice-cream smeared children playfully run. Dogs chasing frisbees bark at the fun as strolling events are just about done. Rooks search for scraps on the Downs chalky chest. Footballs pace quicker as if on a quest. Hypnotic gliders hover like rest, drifting away, along with my stress. Serenity cycles. Smiles are on tour. The wonder of nature is what we’re there for. The café embraces a coach trip or more. Benches remember all those gone before. I view all the tissue-like clouds move along whilst hearing the skylark sing beautiful song. The smell of contentment is fragrant and strong. Our Dunstable Downs is where I belong.