The Wild Heath

The Wild Heath

Now dusk is falling on the land
Gorse’s yellow flower blooms
A wilderness, nature unplanned
Away from traffic, roadside fumes

I walk the lonely path this way
Scattering of stars to light the sky
And rabbits coming out to play
As the land darkens, by and by

Scent of heather, rich and sweet
Nature’s perfume, in air so still
Evening cools from noonday heat
And one last evening birdsong trill

I love the heath, and ancient track
It calls to me, come back, come back