Meander a quiet country mile
clamber a moss covered style
by honeysuckled hedgerows
and over ancient meadows.
Cross a cool chattering brook,
pause to take a lingering look
with eyes and ears open wide
Nature’s beauty doesn’t hide.
Down through coppice where Bluebells ring
hear the Song Thrush sweetly sing
smell Wild Garlic, Yarrow too
Eyebright, Tansy and Feverfew.
Silver Birch glinting bright
shimmer soft in summers’ light;
over by the dry stone wall
Red Valerian standing tall
with giant purple Bellflower
spiking straight like a tower;
sights, sounds and fragrance all
part of mother nature’s call.
Comments
MistakenMagic | June 3, 2009 - 09:59
Loved this line Val; 'Down through coppice where Bluebells ring'
and the whole poem had a lovely rhythm, reminded me for some reason of 'A Midsummer Night's Dream'!
Magic xxx
Bradene | June 3, 2009 - 10:18
Thanks Magic, Shades of a fast disappearng England this I fear, just a remembrance of my long ago childhood surfacing I think. Val x
threeleafshamrock | June 3, 2009 - 19:00
If it's possible to put the 'scent' of summer into a poem, I think you just did Val. Beautiful lazy summer's day that I remember now but did, sadly at the time, largely ignore; it must have stuck somewhere in the sub-concious and you have just brought it out for an airing. ;) Lovely piece; lovely peace!
Chris ;)
Nathan Bednarek | June 4, 2009 - 01:07
A beautiful poem with a wonderfully soothing rhyme and rhythm. Gorgeous, well done!
Nathan.