The Heathers cloak the hillside
And
Buttercups dot the meadow
The
Bluebells carpet the woods
And
Orchids pepper the hedgerow
In
an understatement of radiance
Where
the wild flowers grow
The Heathers cloak the hillside
And
Buttercups dot the meadow
The
Bluebells carpet the woods
And
Orchids pepper the hedgerow
In
an understatement of radiance
Where
the wild flowers grow
I walked along a hill top path
With
my old dog Jake
Beneath
a cloudless sky of azure blue
The
path led us into a sparsely wooden copse
Its
leafy canopy defused the strong sun
And
provided welcome shade
I
decided to rest a while in the cool shadows
I
slipped off my back pack
And
sat against a trees trunk
I
wiped the sweat from my brow
Before
taking a bottle from my pack
I
poured water into a bowl for Jake
And
took a generous swallow for myself
Then
I lit my pipe and relaxed
In
an aromatic cloud and enjoyed the scene
Specks
of sunlight dappled the ground
And
midges danced around the sunbeams
As
Jake chased the shadows
The
time came to move along
And
we followed the path back into the sun
And
onward along the ridge
After
a long slow crawl up the ever steepening path
We
reached the summit and were duly rewarded
To
see the countryside stretching far to the south
Spread
like a great patchwork quilt
This
perfect view from the Surrey hills
Beneath the leafy canopy
Moonlight
pierced the darkness
And
shafts of lunar light
Like
a brilliant laser show
Illuminated
the forest floor
Beneath the forest canopy
In
the Emerald darkness
Of
the ancient wood
It
was refreshingly cool
But
shadow soon gave way
To
the dappled shade
Where
the sun pierced
The
leafy veil
Littering
the floor
With
Golden discs of light
And
when the forest thinned
We
came upon a Deer
Grazing
in a forest glade
In the European forests
The
wild boar can be vicious
But
it’s worth the risk
As
they’re bloody delicious
Wisps of White
Decorate the azure blue
Like
absent minded stokes
Of
an artist’s brush
While
the sun bathes the land
With
its benevolence
At Dr Doolittle’s animal clinic
The
Animals do the lot
The
chief vet is a Labrador
Assisted
by a dog called spot
But
it’s not a cheap option
With
extra charges of all sorts
For
PET scans and Polly grams
Cat
scans and Lab reports
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...