Beneath azure blue skies
Beside a silent pool
A bird sings in the
stillness
Its sweet song
drifting
On the lemon scented
breeze
As evening approached
Beneath azure blue skies
Beside a silent pool
A bird sings in the
stillness
Its sweet song
drifting
On the lemon scented
breeze
As evening approached
I love this land, village and hamlet
Rose covered cottage,
church and mill
I love this land,
coast and country
Mountain and lake,
vale and hill
I love this land, town
and city
Seat of power,
cathedral and mall
I love this land,
north and south
River and stream,
grand and small
I love this land, old
and new
Castle and semi,
factory and farm
I love this land, this
England of mine
This modern, historic,
country of charm
The sky blackened
Dark as night
Then comes the flash
Of a Lightning strike
As the storm ensued
Panic struck me
Thunder rattled
overhead
I fell upon me knees
I prayed to God
Spare me this day
I prayed to God
To chase the storm
away
Then the skies
lightened
And silence was all
around
A gentle rain fell
As I raised from the ground
Then everywhere about
me
Cherry blossoms blew
Like gentle pink snow
And immediately I knew
You had heard my
prayer
You had protected me
You where there in
every petal
Of that cherry blossom
tree
In the late summer sky
The falcon in majestic
flight
Spied it’s unfortunate
prey
Then swooped down from
great height
With lightning speed
It took a pigeon on
the wing
Then with much less
grace and style
It performed a clumsy
landing
In a quiet village
garden
On the sunny patch of
grass
The falcon went about
its work
And performed the coup
de gras
From the house a
curious cat
Peered out with
envious eyes
Through a window as
the falcon
Devoured its pigeon
prize
The cat crept through
the cat flap
In its most stealthy
way
The falcon though was
off
But left behind its
pigeon prey
The cat inspected the
pigeon
Sniffed it and poked
it with her paw
Found it a
disappointment
And she strolled away
once more
As she strolled back
to the house
The falcon swooped to
the ground
Snatched up his pigeon
prize
Before the cat could
turn around
The falcon had taken
the bird
Leaving nothing in its
place
Leaving only feathers
on the lawn
And a scowl on the
cats face
Carrots and Swedes,
Fruits and Berries,
Potatoes and Grasses,
Beans and Peas,
Nuts and seeds,
Growing all around,
Mother nature’s
bounty,
Planted in the ground
Kingfisher, Kingfisher
A glint of silver
Catches your eye
And like an arrow
You dart with purpose
Beneath the water
With barely a splash
Disappearing for a
moment
Before returning
With the silver prize
Beneath the forest canopy
In the Emerald
darkness
Of the ancient wood
It was refreshingly
cool
But shadow soon gave
way
To the dappled shade
Where the sun pierced
The leafy veil
Littering the floor
With Golden discs of
light
And when the forest
thinned
We came upon a Deer
Grazing in a forest
glade
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...