Cotswold Air

I’ve roamed the ridges, fields and dry stone walls,
I’ve travelled country byways and wide sky views,
Passed through steeples, towers and village halls.
O breath my Cotswold Air, please infuse.
My silent, muted steps I mostly take,
But as storm doth build, I’ll whistle like I should.
From northern Barcheston, my start I daily make,
Down to Burmington, on hillside proudly stood.
Spread East to Cherington but, remember yet
To turn West again for Wolford twins to fill.
South to Barton and Compton’s lively set;
Eastmost Whichford ends my daily drill.
So breathe me in, my Cotswold Air doth charm,
Music and breath for life; your storms I calm.