Across the grassy glazed hills,

Through the rigid plains,

Along the road-side creeks,

And through the thick forestry.

The Route to Winchester looms,

Nestled among the twisted lands,

Running along the tamed fields,

Past the winding tracks,

And over the Opequon on the old stone bridge.

The Route to Winchester is a path overlooked,

But much to offer it brings, through sight and thought.

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