06/09/2026
Parbold
Where sunrise spills across the waking land,
And golden light falls softly, warm and grand,
The morning stirs above the Douglas Vale,
As mist drifts gently where the river trails.
Rolling fields unfold beneath the sky,
Green waves of countryside that seem to fly,
With hedgerows whispering secrets as they sway,
And birdsong welcoming the brand-new day.
The deer move quietly through woodland shade,
While rabbits pause beside the paths we’ve made,
Foxes slip through fields as daylight fades,
And owls begin their watch beneath the glades.
Then evening comes, with skies of amber fire,
The sinking sun paints every cloud entire,
And over Parbold, glowing soft and bright,
The countryside is dressed in gold at night.
There’s something here that reaches to the heart,
A quiet feeling that we’re not apart;
Among the fields, the river and the trees,
There’s peace that settles gently with the breeze.
For wherever life may lead, wherever we may roam,
There’s always somewhere that still feels like home.
And when we see the sunrise, or sunset’s fading glow,
We know there’s a little place our hearts will always know.
Parbold — where the Douglas Valley lies,
Where rolling fields meet endless skies;
Where nature, beauty, warmth and belonging stay,
And home is found in every passing day.
