In Meadow Green

Childhood meanderings.

How cunning is the fox

As with sly panting grin

He leads the baying hounds

While the horns piercing din

Disturbs a leafy nearby copse.

In the wood Brock Badger

Ambles along with rolling gate

Towards his earthen den

Not worrying about fox's fate

Who's run outstrps any slacker.

Owl opens one yellow eye

His roost is a knotted oak

While in placid nearby lake

Rests a fisherman's small boat

And swallows wing the sky.

On Willowed grassy bank

Otters brood playfully slide

As brook flows in quiet mood

So Water Skimmer gently glide

Among Rushes smelling rank.

Cattle grazing where they will

In fields dressed in meadow green

While Sparrows twitter in the hedge

Cranes one leg tucked do preen.

A gifted feather will make a quill.

All serene and delightful to view

I take my walk this summers day

With delightful hound nigh old as I

We stroll the path with naught to say

Silently give thanks for wonders new.

Wooded copse and lake and brook

Renewed this old frame of mine

Thoughts go back nigh seventy years

When I as a child in the year of 1939

Seeing all I see now in picture book. 

Reviews

[Valentine]

Nice write. It will be months here before any green shows, all is covered with snow and the forecast says more is on its way. Love the idea of this one. Valentine