In Fellowship
Come take my hand & walk with me
an English country scene we'll see,
down green lanes and over stiles,
we'll walk, and walk, for miles;
Come take my side and stroll awhile,
in Spring meadows with clover lush,
primrose,buttercup and cowslip,
then through blubell woodlands,trip;
Take my arm,and with me ramble
over hill and downland we'll wander
the bridleway ,hedged with bramble,
to an inn for lunch.we'll amble.
Homely victuals,sure to please
conversing long,we'll take our ease.
Note.I organise a monthly walk along these lines for older folk from our church,this was the
inspration for my sonnet.
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