One step follows another.
Down dale, over stile
Soothing water below.
Burnt orange, mustard yellow
Glint in the eye,
Wrapped in the song
Of the Robin.
Tinged by smoke of logs
The village fades.
Spring-backed gates
Reveal lush green fields.
There spy wary Hardwicks
And nonchalent Frescians,
I cocooned in wool
Follow one step to another.
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