BEES ATTENDED TO THE ROSES

 

Bees attended to the Roses

As Butterflies fluttered by

The great artist mixed his blue

And with it painted the sky

And the sweet scent of lavender

Lingered long on the afternoon air

Should we ask for better?

I don’t think we dare

BABBLING STREAM INTO RIVER

 

Babbling stream into river

Flows on through the lea

Skirting woodland as it winds

On the move constantly

Cutting thru meadow sweet

On its journey to the sea

THE CHAFFINCH

She builds her nest

In the time of spring

And then to find a mate

She must patiently sing

 

Chaffinch sing your song

So charmingly

From your high branch

Up in the chestnut tree

THE SEEDS OF LOVE

 

The seeds of love move

Wind-blown in the breeze

And settle on fertile ground

To germinate in willing hearts

THE CHANTICLEER HERALD

 

The chanticleer herald,

Cockerel strutting proud

Crowing to the dawn

With voice Clear and loud

THE BEES ARE BUSY ON THE MOOR

 

The bees are busy on the moor

Among the purple heather

The birds are on the wing

Enjoying the clement weather

The most perfect place

For we two birds of a feather

But it holds no pleasure

Now we are no longer together

HONEYSUCKLE HEDGES

 

Honeysuckle hedges

Line the fence

Banks of Purple columbine

Catch the morning sun

Beds of scented roses

Beside a manicured lawn

Herbaceous borders trimmed

By neat rows of annuals

Clematis climbs the trellis

Amidst the well-groomed shrubbery

There’s so much more

Than stocks and hollyhocks

In an English country garden