I walk along the side
Of a hill well climbed:
Out past the glen where the trees grow thick
And cover the path with dappled shade.
Branches overhang with umbrellas of leaves
Until you step out beyond, out the other side,
Onto an open hill,
Where you can stop and gaze at the land below.
This land, a timeless land,
It stretches out below-
A patchwork of colour and fields and towns and roads,
Where the river curls and meanders through,
And you see the riverb