Fay Slimm - A Birthright Heritage.

We who proud belong
Among the countrysiders
Reckon we all see
Such wonderful
Complexity of life.

Far from city lights,
We witness every gleaming
Sunbeam strike new growth
In sacred things
That spawn in grassy streams.

Scent of early dew
We smell in earthy springtime.
Sights of nature's prize
Buzzards, winging
Skywards fill our eyes.

Cygnets magic change
Over time from brown to white.
Dark flocks of starlings
Noisy roost, but
Delight us every nightime.

We want no changes.
Rivers run and must reach sea
From moorland heights, walking
Tall by birthright,
Our heritage is free.

Fay Slimm

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