Ode To My Hills

Driving home, the sun beaming down highlighting the Quantock foothills a criss-cross quilt of very small fields too steep for mechanical ploughs worked still by man and shire horses Bright gleaming yellow rape and mustard interwoven with shades of brilliant green a paradise for birds nesting in the hedges tiny dots of white sheep scattered round deep scarlet red of the fields laid to fallow Ancient hills stun with captivating beauty hardwood trees hundreds of years old spread their sheltering branches wide casting fat and long shadows ''neath their feet grassy banks giving shelter to small animals I gaze with delight filling up my soul loving the fact these are my hills that roll and soar around my village with magical names for each hill some very bare others full of heather Reminding me of my native home Will's Neck and Cothelstone rearing up above the deep valleys with nestling lakes and rivers this place my place till I pass on these hills were the first place in England to be given the title of outstanding beauty 1956 check them out in Wikipedia for these amazing views