The hill rises as steeply as a horse’s neck
And the hill itself is Marked with limestone like a horse’s spine
When you reach the head you can see the other side
Poole harbour beautiful, blue and sweet as a berry
We have wooden walking sticks which seem to help with the hills
So you can walk right along to Corfe Castle
I am caught with wonderful surprise after all this is not a mountain not even the real hill
Nearby on Durlston Head there are many many butterflies and the land ends in startling cliffs
The birds and the butterfly can fly out over the sea but we can’t
I don’t go too near the edge because my legs tremble.
See all the wildflowers in bloom.
More modest than our cultivated gardens but strong
What flowers did they have in the holy land when Jesus was alive?
Consider the lilies of the field and I stand there and I do consider them
They will never be as rich as Donald Trump or even me
And Elon Musk would not be impressed by a daisy
They would dig them all up not knowing they would destroy the world that way
Yes without the butterflies and insects
Without the bees and the bugs the crops would die
And so would we the powerful human race.
There is no race for the wild flowers.
Why are we called the human race anyway ?
Yes the strong will win the race but the weak with inherit the earth
Because they already possess it
How my heart sings 