The sunrise was a glowing red
As the day began frostily
Beneath the clear skies
But those skies turned grey
As the days early promise faded
Along with the light
What was clear however
Was that rain was on the way
Maybe even hill snow
But it was equally possible
That the sky will become blue again
And for some the sun may return
The sky is grey and dark
Defying the sun to
appear
Then the wind picks up
And thunder is getting near
Rain follows with lightning
Flashes that strike
fear
And preludes the
thunder
So loud it deafens the
ear
But then its passes on
Walking the rugged paths and lanes
Over hill and vale,
through field and wood
Past timbered cottages
with thatched roofs
And white picket fences and wishing wells
Ending at a country pub with low oak beams
And brasses decorating
the walls
Such is my idyllic
vision of a country walk
The sunshine dances
On butterfly wings
As they flit and
flutter
Never still, never
pausing
As they in turn dance
To natures gentle tune
The mighty oak lay broken
In the wake of the storm
And I am deeply saddened
For as a boy I climbed
Its mighty steadfast trunk
And sat amongst its limbs
Sheltering beneath its canopy
As generations of small boys
Had done many times before me
But then I saw an acorn
On the ground beside my feet
So, I picked it up and smiled
And took it home with me
So, I could grow his son
On the beach beneath the sun,
You hear the sounds of joy
And excited laughter of play
The stream runs down the rugged hill
To where stands a quiet water mill
And when water shoots along the spill
The wheel is turned to break the still
So, the miller toils with sweat and skill
And when there are no more sacks to fill
The sluices close and again all’s still
