Hayring Country
There's a space in my heart that sings
Spills over and tells tales of hayring
Of magic and chance
Heartbreak and romance
and old times.
Sounds of rippling rivers, sunlight and earth
Moorland on rock and winters warm hearth
Shambles of nettles ,of Bluebell's and brambles
and ghosts of the past..
We scrambled through...
The years....
Births and deaths and fun from before
Mists in the morning ,promising more
We danced through our fears and laughed off our tears
Scratches and tumbles, curry dinners and crumbles
Stone floors well trod
With snow,mayhem, mushrooms and mud
Afgan hashish and rugs
Music and birdsong
And we sang.....
Of Hayring country and new times
The rivers roared and the winds chimed
Of memories to last
Whistling blasts from the past
All of our joys and our sorrows
From way back then,through to all our tomorrow s
Copyright © Zoe Orrell | Year Posted 2016
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