A Falkland’s Paradise

Big deep valleys the lush green grass Away from the strongest of the winds. Winding ditches the mountain ferns With many wild life of different kinds. Cleanest of water from hill side springs Diddle Dee bogs to start your fire. The view is fantastic down through the valley These are the places I so desire. The isolation from the industrial world A place just to sit down and dream. No one to call you on the mobile phone This is gods own Country and so pristine. You pitch your tent with that panoramic view Bathe in the river that flows nearby. A place to relax from all that stress The world stands still and time don’t fly. The wild life they come right up to you To them you are not yet a threat. They go about their daily life routine Because man has not disturbed them yet. Fish are splashing along the banks Where nature here is still in control. The upland goose , the singing meadow lark The changing scenery when you take a stroll. White stone runs like a landscape maze From the hill tops to the valley floor. The cleanest fresh air, the sky so blue You wish you could stay here for evermore.