The sun bursts through the curtains
As dawn brings forth another day
And bids us waken from our rest
With every golden warming ray
The sun bursts through the curtains
As dawn brings forth another day
And bids us waken from our rest
With every golden warming ray
Up on the Moor
The birds take flight
On the glorious 12th
They leave the hill
With a bevy of Grouse
The trappings of wealth
The Suffolk Sorrel
Heavy draught horse
Beautiful Chestnut beast
Solid and dependable
With energetic gait
Known as “good doers”
The Suffolk Sorrel
Work horse of the land
Devoid of jesses
Or strips of leather
Birds of prey
Fly off the tether
As God intended
The Falcon and the Hawk
Patrol the land
AS for prey they stalk
Heralding an approaching storm
Lightening lit the far horizon
As thunder rumbled
Around the valley
Then louder and louder it grew
Closer and closer it came
Until it was overhead
And the house shook
With the power of the thunder clap
And Jagged ribbons of light
Struck the earth
Then almost as quickly
As its thunderous arrival
It moved off into the distance
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...