The Downs.

As I walk this lonely hillside
With the wind against my face
The land spreads out before me
The countryside in all her grace

The beauty of the Southdowns
Her rolling hills and fields of green
The ancient yews and woodlands
By far the best I've seen

Thatched cottages all dressed in white
With moss encrusted walls
Toadstools littered here and there
Like little market stalls

The day is filled with birdsong
The scent of flowers permeates the air
A distant church bell ringing
What magic could compare

If there is a heaven on earth
I think I've found it here
For Hampshire in the Springtime
Is all that I hold dear.




Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2006-04-25 at 11:08

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Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
Fantastic portrayal. I was there every minute of the way. And heard the church bells ring out in the distance. 'Like little market stalls' a truly inspired line. Great stuff.
2006-05-02


John Ashleigh
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I live in hampshire :|

Anyway, I love this poem, it really relates to me, it's as if a painted picture has been traded not for a mass amount of money, but into generous words which are worth a hell of a lot more.

Good write, Fantastic!
2006-04-27


Jon Hanover
Beautiful and very moving piece.
2006-04-25


Kathy Lockhart
What a beautiful picture written in verse. I saw it all in my mind's eye. Soothing, calming, serenity. : ) kathy
2006-04-25


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
Hi there Graham i know these downs so well you have described them excellently well done rgds mike
2006-04-25