The road through the forest has buds burstin' new
the song of the thrush serenadin' we two
the endless expanse of the fields full of flower
there we can rest and delight by the hour
But that would be robbin' the heart of the prize
that comes with a bike ride beneath summer skies,
through wanderin' woodlands, where life is inspired
and such bold imaginin's wait to be fired
So let's pack a picnic in wicker and linen
run far to the country side and the beginnin'
of reams of new poems all awaitin' to spring
where jubilant hearts will be burstin' to sing
where romantic tales shall be comin' to life.
away from the mundane and everyday strife
off to the country side, off let us go there
and an afternoon waitin' for lovers to share
the song of the thrush serenadin' we two
the endless expanse of the fields full of flower
there we can rest and delight by the hour
But that would be robbin' the heart of the prize
that comes with a bike ride beneath summer skies,
through wanderin' woodlands, where life is inspired
and such bold imaginin's wait to be fired
So let's pack a picnic in wicker and linen
run far to the country side and the beginnin'
of reams of new poems all awaitin' to spring
where jubilant hearts will be burstin' to sing
where romantic tales shall be comin' to life.
away from the mundane and everyday strife
off to the country side, off let us go there
and an afternoon waitin' for lovers to share
Silver trophy winner
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You know how much I love your stories and rhyme.
