100 Years to Roam
So I might live 100 years to roam from strand to foreign strand.
Oh yes, I’ll take that sentiment and wander while I can.
While boats along the rivers edge and trains beneath me stand.
Give me the countryside so free,
With wind-whipped leaves so green.
Grant me long walks in the night,
along gravel paths in fading moonlight.
There I’ll find myself again,
In winter’s gloom or sunny spring.
Lost and found along the banks of Bath,
Or settled near the stones at Avebury.
This image was captured at the base of the Glastonbury Tor. It’s quite a trek up to the top (isn’t everything a trek if you want to reach the top?). Yet, as usual, once you reach the summit, you are rewarded with a stunning 360 degree view of southwest England.Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Share on Pinterest