DUNSTABLE DOWNS

 

 

A hillside of walkers gathering slow,

blend with the gold medal meadows aglow.

Kites finding freedom, flutter and flow,

as looping Red Kites begin to swoop low.

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Families with picnics bask in the sun

whilst ice-cream smeared children playfully run.

Dogs chasing Frisbees bark at the fun,

as strolling events are just about done.

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Rooks search for scraps on the Downs chalky chest.

Footballs pace quicker as if on a quest.

Hypnotic gliders hover like rest,

drifting away, along with my stress.

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Serenity cycles. Smiles are on tour.

The wonder of nature is what we're there for.

The cafe embraces a coach trip and more.

Benches remember all those gone before.

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I view all the tissue- like clouds move along,

whilst hearing the skylark sing beautiful song.

The smell of contentment is fragrant and strong.

Dunstable Downs is where I belong.

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