As I stroll through these lanes full of wonder,
The words all leak out, like a flood,
I don’t know if they’re passed through osmosis,
Or something that flows through my blood!
Some words run out, like a river,
Sometimes they trickle like springs,
Some days they fly like sweet birds in the sky,
Or are borne upon gossamer wings.
One time a bee buzzed some words in my ear!
Another day, cows seemed quite mooooved,
The sheep cocked their heads on one side, then turned tail,
I Don’t know if they really approved!
The trees bowed & swayed, their old branches in wind,
Not sure it was yes, or plain, no!
The snails, slugs & spiders,
(I’m happy to say,)
Just turned round, boldly, & told me to go!
