THE RICH FED GROUSE THRIVE ON THE MOOR

 

The rich fed grouse thrive on the moor

The golden hare lives on the valley floor

In the meadow you’ll find rabbits there

While the fox sits patiently in his lair

THROUGH GREEN-WOODS AND MEADOWS

 

Through green-woods and meadows

The happy travellers wend

Along the meandering river

Until they reached journeys end

TALES OF THE RIVERBANK

 

A bee sipping nectar from a flower

A sparrow sipping dew from a leaf

A butterfly on his way to somewhere

Pays us a visit but it was only brief

 

A duck quacks out on the water

And we hear a Kingfisher splash

An elegant swan glides effortlessly by

And the dragonfly makes a dash

 

WINTERS GRIP

 

The snow has settled on us

Like a shroud.

Each day growing deeper

Silence fills the emptiness of the landscape

But for the ghostly sound of the wind

High in the treetops

The meadows and fields have vanished

The river flows mute beneath the ice

The next valley is unreachable

The mountains as unattainable as the Moon

But soon spring will release the land

From its icy captor

And the winter we be no more

Than remembered conversations

Beside the roaring hearth

SNOW BLIND

 

Since the snow began to fall

My wife has done nothing at all

But stare blankly through the window

As the snow lays snow on snow

If it continues in this way

We shall have a white Christmas day

But my wife stares through the glass

As the snow falls thick and fast

Sadly, if it gets any worse outside

I'll have to let her come inside

NORTH WIND

 

The north wind blows in

Leaving winter in its wake

Till spring reawakens

JACK FROST

 

On the north winds edge

Jack Frost rides the icy crest

And winter follows