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
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 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
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
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 ...