SUMMER SQUALL

The sky is grey and dark

Defying the sun to appear

Then the wind picks up

And thunder is getting near

Rain follows with lightning

Flashes that strike fear

And preludes the thunder

So loud it deafens the ear

But then its passes on

And the skies are clear

IDYLLIC VISION

 

Walking the rugged paths and lanes

Over hill and vale, through field and wood

Past timbered cottages with thatched roofs

And white picket fences and wishing wells

Ending at a country pub with low oak beams

And brasses decorating the walls

Such is my idyllic vision of a country walk

FLITTING AND FLUTTERING

The sunshine dances

On butterfly wings

As they flit and flutter

Never still, never pausing

As they in turn dance

To natures gentle tune  

THE MIGHTY OAK LAY BROKEN

 

The mighty oak lay broken

In the wake of the storm

And I am deeply saddened

For as a boy I climbed

Its mighty steadfast trunk

And sat amongst its limbs

Sheltering beneath its canopy

As generations of small boys

Had done many times before me

But then I saw an acorn

On the ground beside my feet

So, I picked it up and smiled

And took it home with me

So, I could grow his son

ANY DAY AT THE SEASIDE

On the beach beneath the sun,

You hear the sounds of joy

And excited laughter of play

From every girl and boy

MILL STREAM

 

The stream runs down the rugged hill

To where stands a quiet water mill

And when water shoots along the spill

The wheel is turned to break the still

So, the miller toils with sweat and skill

And when there are no more sacks to fill

The sluices close and again all’s still

BENEATH THE DUSKY GREY SKY

 

Beneath the dusky grey sky

Of low scudding clouds,

The ambient air was damp

Blown in from the west

On the same storm fed wind

That chased the clouds

Across the autumn sky