Walking Speed

People drive to beauty spots,
speeding past old country walks,
wanting bins and coffee shops.

They miss so much as they pass me by,
thinking Nature must be far away.
But no one’s sooner there than I.

My Favourite Place

Every bird a kite I fly;
every tree a friend;
every cloud a sailing ship
on an ocean without end.

My favourite place: a shady grove
with every shade of green.
I’d love to stay and always be
as blended in the scene.