Passing The Test

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Through fields of corn full ripened
As summer hours flow by
Above the red kites wheeling
Against the cloud-flecked sky
Sweeping views across the downs
From green hill's wooded crest
Then dropping down through shady lanes
To reach the River Test
A wood bridge crossing over
A track that gently follows
To where the village children
Play gaily in the shallows
Of Hampshire's finest waterway
Where salmon come to spawn
In waters clear as crystal
And new life here is born.

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