Beneath the grey skies
In the crisp morning air
An overconfident fox
Chases after a march
Hare
Beneath the grey skies
In the crisp morning air
An overconfident fox
Chases after a march
Hare
An Oak, tall as a cathedral spire
Cast a mighty shadow
As the setting of the
sun
Turns the western sky
to fire
A cave, in the face of the cliff
Like a mouth, wild and
mad,
Snarling like a demon
Across the barren land
From where a wind blew
Into the cavernous mouth
and howled like a Ghost
Calling out in despair
The fierce spring
gales
Howl all through the night
Whipping up the seas
And turning wave tops white
The poor souls at sea
On the dark spring night
In the teeth of the tempest
Feel it’s savage bite
And pray to their gods
To save them from their plight
As the gale blows through
On the dark spring night
The fierce winter
gales
Howl all through the night
Whipping up the seas
And turning wave tops white
The poor souls at sea
On the dark winter night
In the teeth of the tempest
Feel it’s savage bite
And pray to their gods
To save them from their plight
As the gale blows through
On the dark winter night
The fierce summer
gales
Howl all through the night
Whipping up the seas
And turning wave tops white
The poor souls at sea
On the dark summer night
In the teeth of the tempest
Feel it’s savage bite
And pray to their gods
To save them from their plight
As the gale blows through
On the dark summer night
In the dewy autumn meadow
I watch the dawn’s
first rays
Beginning to evaporate
the mist
In the majesty of
Autumn days
In the frost filled meadow
I watch the dawn’s
first rays
Beginning to melt the
frost
In the majesty of
winter days
In the dewy winter meadow
I watch the dawn’s
first rays
Beginning to evaporate
the mist
In the majesty of
winter days
In the dewy summer meadow
I watch the dawn’s
first rays
Beginning to evaporate
the mist
In the majesty of
summer days
In the dewy spring meadow
I watch the dawn’s
first rays
Beginning to evaporate
the mist
In the majesty of the
spring days
Heaven sent April showers
Will bring the May
flowers
And after spring has
begun
Soon comes the summer
sun
As the lengthening days warm up
When the north is on
the cusp
The ice begins to
speak or sing
Heralding the arrival
of spring
Sweet memories of our childhood
Sunny days bright and
pleasant
Cold crisp Novembers
on the heath
Beating the bracken
for the Pheasant
Sweet memories of our childhood
Those days of youth
were the best
Golden Septembers in
the fields
Gathering the bounty
of the harvest
Beyond the snow-capped mountains
A brand new dawn
breaks
Night moved onward
into light
Across the land and the
lakes
In shades of red and orange
The sky burns with
fire
Clouds in sunset are
illuminated
Like smoke in a
funeral pyre
As streaks of gold appear in the western sky
I look into her
hypnotic green eyes and sigh
With her in my arms
and romance in my heart,
As the sunset glowed,
I vowed we’d never part
The Red River of the south
Gains it name
From the red-bed
country
Of its watershed
Where it rises on the
slopes
Of the Llano Estacado
mesa
In two branches to
flow east
From the Texas
Panhandle
It acts as the border between
Texas and Oklahoma
Before entering
Arkansas
And winds its way
across
The arid lands of the
Great Plains
And flows into
Louisiana
Bound for the
Mississippi
Perched on the Apple boughs
The Finches sing a
song to please
A song carried on the
air, with
The scent of blossom
on the breeze
Bathed in summer sunshine Gentle breezes stir the stems But above in the golden sun Grow an array of perfect gems