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
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
The powerful and beautiful song
Of the common nightingale
Has a songful rhythm and rhyme
And the small passerine bird
Whose voice belies its size
Has beauty that strikes a chord
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
Though winter snow still lies
In the wood’s
bluebells grow
Appearing like
sapphire jewels
Through the thawing
snow
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
Followed by an average winter
Then he had an indifferent spring
Leading to the most glorious summer
The creatures of the insect world
Are not known for their comeliness
However, the collective noun for
A group of Ladybirds is a loveliness
Skeletal trees stripped bare
Dressed now in ice and frost
As they shiver in the wind
Longing for the summer lost
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...