Roads along the horizon are long and winding,
Distant hills, of beauty come into view.
New pathways to the heart are finding,
Ecstatic colour, with earth and sky that meet and end.
This illusion to the eye, of an awareness
of God-like beauty,
Takes away the very breath on turning and turning into
Dales and vales passing by like life itself,
So full of unpredicted passion, not only within the eye.
Streams of life, little country bridges to climb as a child:
To us who are just beginging
This is where our future is to lie.
By Keith Rylance
Written July 1977