THE HEATHERS ON THE HILLSIDE

 

The Heathers on the hillside

And Buttercups in the meadow

The Bluebells in the woods

And Orchids in the hedgerow

What a green and pleasant land

Where the wild flowers grow

THE RED KITE

 

The Red Kite

Beautiful in flight

In the Cape Verde sky

Raptor flying high

ON THE CUSP OF SPRING AND SUMMER

 

On the cusp of spring and summer

Hawthorn hedgerows bloom

And produce their fruity haws

Before the autumns gathering gloom

RED ADMIRAL

 

Red admiral flutter by

You Beautiful butterfly

Drink from the buddleia

Lovely Vanessa atalanta

AMIDST THE MYRIAD STARS

 

Amidst the myriad stars

The bright crescent moon

Hangs in the midnight sky

And palely paints the ocean

With its gentle lunar light

RETURNING HOME

 

Through leafy glades we walked together

In the dappled shade beneath the trees, where

Spots of light chase each other frantically

As the soft summer breeze moves the treetops

As on the forest floor the patterns change

In some place’s shafts of golden sunlight

Burst through the canopy, like sunbeams

Sent down from God above to light the darkness

In the sunnier spots the blue bells dance

As if to entertain the travellers

The path leads us upwards into the light

Each step taking us to ever lighter skies

Until we emerge atop a green hill

We looked out across the land, England

And knew what we had all fought and died for

To save this land from the spoils of war

LITTLE BIRD BRING US

Little bird bring us

Your sweet song

To woodland

And to meadow

Usher in another

Blessed summer