A Trail of Beauty

A trail of beauty,

A beautiful trail,

I can do anything except wail,

There are daisies and dandelions,

The ones with the fluff,

I am not trying to bluff,

There are cows that moo,

And horses that poo,

I can feel the icy breeze against my cheek,

And I can see the blue mountain peak,

The daisy path down the lane,

I can see and hear a horse neighing and shaking his mane,

The clouds roll in and down comes the rain,

I will definitely come here again.

 By Roisin Hensman

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