In an age of increasing speed,
A footpath's what we sorely need.
Something to slow us down a little,
When life is bright and brash and brittle.
Soothe your senses with this sight;
Compare it with the world of 'byte'!
Picture yourself brushing through the grasses,
Where nothing heavier than footfall passes.
Smell the perfume of wild flowers
Where no scent assaults or overpowers.
Pick up a stone and view its veins,
The marks of soil and weather stains.
Marvel at all the living things,
Those that crawl and those with wings.
Listen to the chirp of crickets,
In tufts and greenly pleasant thickets.
Sit yourself upon the stile...........
You've nothing at all to do but........