QUIET MOMENTS
I go in quiet moments
To sit and be still
To a place where the birds
Fly over the hill
I go in quiet moments
To stand and to stare
Out over green meadows
That harbour the hare
I go in quiet moments
And let the world pass
While I languish and lie
In the long sweet grass
I go in quiet moments
To sit and to dream
And hear the sweet music
Of a meandering stream
I go in quiet moments
To sit in the pew
Of the old village church
To be closer to you
Terrance Maltby
Written in Strelley village, Nottingham
