Trundling Along

Fields swayed with golden rye As on my bike, I trundled by. A gentle breeze cooled my brow As I passed some languid cows. Some lay down, chewing cud Some sought shade, where they could. The searing sun stilled the air On I rode, without a care. Through the sun drenched countryside Immersed in nature on my ride. Sweet sweet music, cheered me on As little birds sang me a song. Then a fisherman I past, His arms aloft in hopeful cast. On gossamer line his fly sped out A tempting morsel for a trout. I gave a wave, then on I went The sun beat down without relent. But oh, the joy of a cycle ride Through the English countryside. No fairer day could be had What could a heart be, but glad To trundle verdant country lanes On and on, in happy vein.