Hedge parsley formed " A Guard of Honour"
On each side of the road,
As cocooning chains were loosened,
On my 5km of hope.
Each hedgerow was a pageant,
Of flowers I'd long forgot,
As I recalled the childhood story,
Of how God named the "forget-me- not"
Gorse, like golden jigsaw pieces,
Dotted a landscape serene,
While every field was smartly dressed,
In a coat of sparkling green.
Somewhere in the "Hollow"
I heard the cuckoo call,
And though summers chase each other,
It doesn't change at all.
From a leafy branch of a chestnut tree
Came music, pure ,sublime
As a blackbird sang for all to hear,
A song as old as time.
I heard the sound of tractors,
And children at their play,
And realised how much I'd missed
The sounds of every day.
With a lighter heart I turned for home,
My spirits much relieved,
For now I knew there's always hope,
For those that still believe.