Friday 3 February 2023

SKYLARKS

 

Skylarks sing songs of joy

The sweetest you will find

Serenading the young at heart

And the romantically inclined

JOYOUS SKYLARKS

Silence fell across

The Vale, when joyous Skylarks

No longer sang their song

OH MR BLUE TIT

 

Oh Mr Blue Tit

How sweetly you sit

When into my garden

You pleasantly flit

 

Oh Mr Blue Tit

With your coat so blue

Take care in the garden

A cat is watching you

 

Oh Mr Blue Tit

You have seen it

As from my garden

You urgently flit

RUDDY MALLARD

 

Ruddy Mallard

Ruddy Duck

Ruddy complexioned

Ruddy birdwatchers

IN THE COTTAGE GARDEN BEDS

 

In the sunny cottage garden

The hollyhocks thrive

Pleasing to the eye

And loved by the butterflies

Hollyhocks are the eatery

For larvae to thrive

Perpetuating the Painted Lady

Also pleasing to the eye

PASTORAL VOCATION

 

On the open moor land

Shepherds roam

In pastoral vocation

Leading a nomadic life

Following the seasons

In symbiotic union

With ewe and lambkin

PANICLES

 

Panicles of vibrant pale purple,

Clusters of lilac flowers

Offered to the bee and butterfly

In the sunshine and the showers

BATHED IN SUMMER SUNSHINE

  Bathed in summer sunshine Gentle breezes stir the stems But above in the golden sun Grow an array of perfect gems