By hilary west
The country roads were wide and winding,
A canopy of trees and hegerows fresh with elderflower,
Giving off a lovely scent.
Then we came to a bluebell wood.
Like a dream of enchantment,
A blue carpet pearl'd with dew.
Rolling fields and farms were our playground,
But I didn't expect to come to terms with nature so abruptly
When we saw a lamb being born, glutinous and yellow.
Then to spend the night we encamped at a youth hostel,
Before bed a plethora of ghost stories,
To end our day in fright and horror before facing a new day.