Walking down our merry way, what might we see today?
Down a path feathered with grass, birds peeping from the hedges.
A babbling water leading to a mysterious pond.
Our reflection through a misty glaze or a sunny haze.

Listen could it be here?
I am told there is no need to fear.
A friendly fluffy and feathery friend, I am told.
Eyes so bright they can be seen glowing if it is night.

Not sure what to do as we wonder through?
We are happy just plodding along, breathing in fresh air.
We can hear the crunching beneath our feet, the texture of gravel creating a beat.
We are on a journey, to see, sense, smell and hear.

Hear the birds singing a jolly song, sometimes the bees may start buzzing along.
Jump quick over the mound, we have a bumpy way to clear.
A trail of footprints has been made.
People have followed and travelled this journey before me.
Round the meadow, past the ponds, past the trees.
Counting the flowers one two three.
What a Dane Bank merry way, our memories, we made them today.

Written by Janet Fagan
Ensemble Arts