Mottistone Down

The cattle graze upon the down That leads towards the sky, The view of patchwork fields on which The hanging mist does lie, Beside the peaceful woodland grows Upon the slopes that fall, With leaves so green and branches strong On trees that stand so tall. The sea is hushed its waters calm The blue horizon fills, My senses with its beauty far Beyond those distant hills, The way is long and steeply climbs The well worn path I know, Past the thorn and yellow gorse I see the flowers glow. The air I breathe so pure and clean That urges me to stay, I walk until I reach the peak Then look across the bay, And see the cliffs of white that reach Until they disappear, I feel the breeze that starts to blow And skies begin to clear.