Down on the green county
I tread the ramblers way
Behind the marked gate
Yes, over there
An overgrown sanctuary
Hidden from the open air
This is where I shall step
Where the sun greets the leaves
And the cows seek away
A certain quiet, found with ease
A bridge sits at either end
No water lurks beneath
Only greenery
Masked by the rotting heath
And on these trodden paths
These proven grounds
I emerge in solitude
Away from the crowds
No one can find me here
Not the farmer, nor the cows
They don't understand
They're not allowed
Often they approach
In their passive strides
Intrigued as to what
But never why
It doesn't last
This glimmer of peace
Interrupted
By foreign feet
Again, I am alone
Engulfed by it all.