Imagination

My heart cries out with longing
On this lovely summer's day,
For striding out and travelling
The long and winding way.
But here I sit ....... I cannot go
For work today's my lot,
Though I would rather spend my time
In some other, comely spot.
With just my love for company
We'd walk the hills and dales,
Tranquility and kindly peace
Of charming English lanes.

For me, imagination
Has a wondrous part to play,
As I sit here musing
On this balmy summer's day.
For in my heart I'm far removed
To grass or sandy shore,
I hear the birds, the insects' buzz,
The ocean's foaming roar.
I know each has its own delight,
The river, field and mountain fair,
And I my dreams can offer too
Though laden down and full of care.

My dreams are made of gossamer,
My visions blue and green,
Of sky and grass and roses wild,
So many times we've been
To secret places hid away
And drunk the water sweet
From little eddying brooks and streams
Our happiness complete.
Just like the great explorers
Who travel o'er the earth
Admit the smallness of themselves
And yet ........ still know their worth.