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HIDDEN ROADS
On one lovely early sweet summers day,
With perfect weather promised on the way,
We went for a drive in the nearby country,
Of cities roaring traffic wanting to be free.

We found a road, not very wide at all,
If we knew it we could not recall,
There were fragrant hedges there,
Hundreds of wild flowers everywhere

Then an avenue of trees tall and stately,
Natures cathedral so graceful to see,
The sun filtering through giving light
Like a stained glass window bright.

We walked on a path through a field,
Such beauty that walk to us did yield,
Two foals playing, jumping in the air,
The mother standing watching with care.

Then a river, slow running, clear and deep,
Clear to the bottom we did quietly peep,
In the shade of a rock a trout was still,
Just seeing the movement of fins and gill.

Many other things we saw that day
When away from the city we did stray,
Photographs and memories linger still
As on a hidden road wandered at will.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson June 4, 2004