THE SUN BURSTS THROUGH THE CURTAINS

 

The sun bursts through the curtains

As dawn brings forth another day

And bids us waken from our rest

With every golden warming ray

UP ON THE MOOR

 

Up on the Moor

The birds take flight

On the glorious 12th

They leave the hill

With a bevy of Grouse

The trappings of wealth

IN THE AUTUMN

 

In the Autumn

The shoot is very pleasant

And we end the day

With a bevy of pheasant

ON THE PLANTATION

 

On the plantation

Nothing can be finer

Than a bevy of Quail

In South Carolina

THE SUFFOLK SORREL

 

The Suffolk Sorrel

Heavy draught horse

Beautiful Chestnut beast

Solid and dependable

With energetic gait

Known as “good doers”

The Suffolk Sorrel

Work horse of the land

DEVOID OF JESSES

 

Devoid of jesses

Or strips of leather

Birds of prey

Fly off the tether

As God intended

The Falcon and the Hawk

Patrol the land

AS for prey they stalk

HERALDING AN APPROACHING STORM

 

Heralding an approaching storm

Lightening lit the far horizon

As thunder rumbled

Around the valley

Then louder and louder it grew

Closer and closer it came

Until it was overhead

And the house shook

With the power of the thunder clap

And Jagged ribbons of light

Struck the earth

Then almost as quickly

As its thunderous arrival

It moved off into the distance

THE CHANTICLEER HERALD

The chanticleer herald

Cockerel strutting proud

Crowing to the dawn

With voice Clear and loud 

GATHER IN THE WOODLAND LILIES

 

Gather in the woodland lilies

Kissed with natures gentle dew

Lay them on the polished oak

And bid your love a fond adieu

THISTLEDOWN, IN IDLE FLIGHT

 

Thistledown, in idle flight

Drifts upon the highland wind

Like ancestral spirits

BLUEBELLS IN THE WOOD

 

Bluebells in the wood

Sway in the dappled shade

To the tune of Spring

RED ROSES

 

Red roses

For my true love

Each stem symbolic

One for each year

Each unopened bud

A year yet to come

RED DAWN

 

The Red Dawn of a new day

A glimpse of heaven

Signifying a new beginning

Another precious gift

Another day of life

Not to be squandered

But be accepted

In the spirit it was given

THE RED RIVER OF THE NORTH

 

The Red River of the North

Is born at the confluence

Of the Bois de Sioux

And the Otter Tail

Flowing north through

The Red River Valley,

Forming the border

Of Minnesota and North Dakota

On its journey into Manitoba

Where it washes into Lake Winnipeg

And spreads into the vast deltaic wetland

Known as Netley Marsh

SKYLARKS

 

Skylarks sing songs of joy

The sweetest you will find

Serenading the young at heart

And the romantically inclined

JOYOUS SKYLARKS

Silence fell across

The Vale, when joyous Skylarks

No longer sang their song

OH MR BLUE TIT

 

Oh Mr Blue Tit

How sweetly you sit

When into my garden

You pleasantly flit

 

Oh Mr Blue Tit

With your coat so blue

Take care in the garden

A cat is watching you

 

Oh Mr Blue Tit

You have seen it

As from my garden

You urgently flit

RUDDY MALLARD

 

Ruddy Mallard

Ruddy Duck

Ruddy complexioned

Ruddy birdwatchers

IN THE COTTAGE GARDEN BEDS

 

In the sunny cottage garden

The hollyhocks thrive

Pleasing to the eye

And loved by the butterflies

Hollyhocks are the eatery

For larvae to thrive

Perpetuating the Painted Lady

Also pleasing to the eye

PASTORAL VOCATION

 

On the open moor land

Shepherds roam

In pastoral vocation

Leading a nomadic life

Following the seasons

In symbiotic union

With ewe and lambkin

PANICLES

 

Panicles of vibrant pale purple,

Clusters of lilac flowers

Offered to the bee and butterfly

In the sunshine and the showers

HELLO MY LITTLE BUZZY BEE

 

Hello my little Buzzy bee

Amidst the flowers flying free

Gathering the Pollen busily

Make sweet honey just for me

ENTER THE GARDEN HUMBLE BIRD

 

Enter the garden

Humble bird

Sing the sweetest

I have heard

Sing loves song

Upon the breeze

To your mate

Up in the trees

Bid her come

Courting on the wing

And with her

Brightly sing

STUNG BY HAIL AND RAIN

 

Stung by hail and rain

And colds numbing bite

And cut through like a knife

By the east-wind’s spite

IN THE DEW FRESH MEADOW

 

In the dew fresh meadow

I watch the dawn’s first rays

Appear to evaporate the mist

In the majesty of Autumn days

THE HONEY BEE AND THE ROSE

 

The honey Bee

Loves the flower

In particular the Rose

But the flower is indifferent

As it views the Bee

Through sweet petal veil

But the Bee is content and

Doesn’t need his love returned

For Rose is his passion

And will always be

BENEATH AZURE BLUE SKIES

 

Beneath azure blue skies

Beside a silent pool

A bird sings in the stillness

Its sweet song drifting

On the lemon scented breeze

As evening approached

FLAMES OF THE FOREST

 

Leaves like tongues of fire

Set the scene ablaze

Kenya’s Flame trees

Burning bright in paradise