Walking The Surrey Hills

Poem By Colin Ian Jeffery

Walking the Surrey hills
Walking the Surrey hills
Best of English countryside
Nature in her splendour
Landscapes thrilling the soul
Meadows, hills, fields, woodlands
Sheep, cows grazing
Trees in abundance
Birds on the wing, wildlife flourishing
Paradise for lovers of God's creations.

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