Devon
Over fresh green plains, the Dogs run
Rolling, turning, twisting round
Bounding endlessly, chasing wildly,
The skies filled with their joyful sound
Humming fills the joyous air, peacefully
Flowers sway in the tender breeze
The Rose, she smiles down on them,
Whilst greeted by the morning Bees
The cottage stands amongst them, still
Flowers climb its shoulders tall
Through the window, smiling softly,
A mother views her children small
