I'm going rambling
up into the hills.
Who needs love?
When I get off
By the sight of the hills.
Hills they do entice.
Green is my desire.
Water is my cleanser.
Trees set my heart on fire.
Wander around in my soul
Fill up this empty hole.
Breathe in new life
Banish daily strife.
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The Lake District. Only time I like rambling. It's beautiful.
Done a lot of rambling on me blog but that doesn't really count I suppose.
Like the poem.
Don't start me on rambling...
Ha ha nice one Dan! I'm a bit of a rambler too in both senses of the word!! Enjoy the quiz night!
Ahh can't wait to smell that country air!
Glad you like the poem Four dinners :)
Linked ya 'cause it's a good 'n.
(Not bothered about recipro thingy. Just thought I'd guide a few your way)
4D x
Where were you on quiz night?
@Dan - I was up in the High Peaks rambling around and getting achey feet!! Hope you had a good night? How was it to be in Nottm again?
@4D -Will link ya too! Glad ya like it! Love the phrase you've added to my link on your blog! Nice one! I'll keep the 'not so blonde rants' comin!!
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