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Riding My Bike Far Afield

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At last; i have got my bride healed �
And i will take her for a long joy ride �
We shall stroll in pastures of green �
Going up steep lands, quitly down hill �
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I have really so much missed her company �
When we'd go hand in hand o'er the lea �
Beyond the flat hills and forest, past, �
Then resting before a landscape to see �
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I rode my pretty bike across the flat hills �
And green pastures, and the idle meads �
Herds ans flocks, a celestial harmony �
And the flute, was the leading melody �
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Vast and wide stretch spaces of greenery �
And a pathway between, trodden easily �
And far beyond, the winding dry river �
The small town awaiting a new Summer �
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Fields of wheat and barley start to sway and grow �
Under the winding hands tossing them to and fro �
As the joyous lark chirping in the blue firmament �
My heart then, takes a rhapsodic enlightenment �
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I kept �giving full heed to nature's whispering wind �
Shaking my little body homeward, on a joyous ride �
I left behind a colourful happiness, in silent awe �
Nature on her own, can write more than we ever do
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