The Mission bells
Blooming herb
Of the south-western
States
With dark purple
Bell-shaped flowers
Mottled with green
The Mission bells
Blooming herb
Of the south-western
States
With dark purple
Bell-shaped flowers
Mottled with green
Tranquillity descends
And sunshine reigns
When the storm abates
And peace remains
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
Flows on through the lea
Skirting woodland as it winds
On the move constantly
Cutting thru meadow
sweet
On its journey to the
sea
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
The seeds of love move
Wind-blown in the
breeze
And settle on fertile
ground
To germinate in
willing hearts
The chanticleer herald,
Cockerel strutting
proud
Crowing to the dawn
With voice Clear and
loud
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...