The English Dream
By Hannah Williams©
I walk by Aylestone meadow.
Where birds sing and the tree’s follow.
The woodland’s air I breathe
The canal bed walks like me.
I meander with each bend
For the crevasses and cracks on the path like me need a mend.
Me and nature are at one.
Till the trail is dead and gone.
The tea shop at the side of the canal rode
Warms our heart with its abode.
We eat and drink our coffee’s,scones and teas.
The English dream lets us be.