Stood high on a hill top, looking down,
At patchwork fields lying all around.
Theres a blustery wind blowing through my hair
But it's so beautiful here,I haven't a care.
Greens and yellows,greys and blues
The colours are vibrant and so is the view.
Down in the valley lies a little farm
When it's dogs started barking I ran in alarm!
Motorbikes go tearing,up the hill,then zooming round the bends
Engines screeching,the noise never seeming to end.
The stone clad walls so fascinated me
A jigsaw made of stone,what a sight to see.
Clouds in the sky, not seeming to move at all
Still,grey and silent,looking like rain would eventually fall.
Apart from cars and bikes,all was still,
I stood and looked until I'd had my fill.
Actually though,I could have stayed there for hours,
In the pretty patchwork countryside,looking at trees,fields and flowers.