The wonder of sweet nature's hand
Has touched this place and blessed it with
The beauty of the land we know
In which we all do live.
The wonder of the mountains high
That tower above the rocky scree
From whence the crystal rivers flow
That wind towards the sea.
The wonder of the air we breathe
So fresh and clear and silence fills
The rolling plains and valleys green
And purple heathered hills.
The wonder of the sky above
That yields the sunshine and the rain
And gives new life so we can share
Its glory once again.
ANDREW BLAKEMORE
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