A Hero’s Task!
Radiant the sun – marching boldly into morning – with a smile that fits just right,
Lush is the growth – unveiling a welcome – painting portraits glowing bright!
We do the rise and fall – to the end of our journey’s call – dissolving into the view,
Trepidation turns the key – awaiting all there is to see – as we slowly walk on through!
Shaded in the shelter of utility corner – where the Elders mingle enclosing the space,
The Honeysuckle rampant with its hands of strands – to perfume up the place!
A Magpie takes its leave sensing disturbance – as we follow the trails through the grass,
The leading of paths in a criss-cross existence – in a time that’s come to pass!
There’s a Cuckoo’s welcome floating on the ether – a first on a seasonal theme,
Damselflies tour the Thistles of the Roundhouse footprint – living out the dream!
The correctional facility says its Comfrey not Borage – drenched in busy Bees,
Sprawling its kingdom offering purple lanterns – rubbing pollen on their knees,
Buttercup sprays lie scattered – like discarded veils – random here and there,
A large powder yellow Butterfly – meanders in the margins – drifting on the air!
Foreboding clouds of heaving darkness come and go – riding fast across the sky,
The sun plays hide and seek above the racing patchwork – precipitation passing by!
A pair of Damselflies connects in their driven pleasures – reflective in their electric blue,
Seeking out a stage to further generations – as each of the flora and fauna species do!
A pair of Swallows joins the party for a brief encounter – dictated by design,
Sparing a personal moment with the call of nature’s lifecycle – and the privilege is mine!
The Songbirds symphonic – each with their melody – in a panoramic wall of sound,
Performing to the gallery with each their script – with its soundtrack in the round!
The keeper of order with his fresh cut grass – performs a hero’s task in double quick time,
As I give a short back and sides to the standing stones – while musing on my rhyme!
A skipping heartbeat upon a Pheasant calling – catching the narrator by surprise,
Pondering the familiar from a northern perspective – with a feasting for my eyes!
Pathways expanding taking on their character – running away to the east and west,
My view of the circle framed by the Silver Birch – an arresting feature proudly dressed!
Robin takes a bow flitting from tree to tree – camouflaging amidst the stems and leaves,
With the casting of loud announcements – calls ‘get of my land ‘– as it bobs and weaves!
Retiring to the hedgerow to continue its chores – leaving me alone with my thoughts,
Affording the present to the capturing of images – in a wandering tour of sorts!
A couple of Foxgloves flower in splendid isolation – exhibiting magnificence by and by,
Elegant rows of trumpets cater to the Bumbles – the pick-up joints of nature’s high!
The Hawthorn full of Ivy – its Wild Rose flowering – with its blooms of pink and white,
The yellow dot of an eye with their matching stamen – enticing insects born of flight!
Under the form of the Almond a Poppy unfolds – where it’s three by the end on display,
So fitting in red – in keeping with the blood of the dead – history remembers this day!
Over time leaves have gathered in the lap of the Ancestors – the memory cast in stone,
A long term vision on the assemblage of time – that goes far beyond flesh and bone!
The Apples and Pears are fruiting with promise – admittedly early in the seasonal chain,
The smallest of buds are filled with potential – left to the nurture of the sun and rain!
There’s a final conflab conducting occurrences – and the working day is done,
With the closing of the gate the movement settles – my private performance has begun!
A Carrion Crow – watches the world come and go – with the buzzing Flies and Bees,
I wind like a Snail around the orchard trail – and take my seat where the watcher sees!
The Songbirds settle – fully worth their mettle – hurried Pigeons now and then to and fro,
The Silver Birch billow – with the dancing Willow – and the wind putting on a show!
The cloud parades – with their contrasting shades – sailing on the sea of the breeze,
Never quite slowing – as the blow it keeps on going – relaxing at my ease!
I feel all at peace – as the yawns start to increase – fighting the sudden want to sleep,
I decide on a couple more images now the sun has moved – variations I may keep!
My watch hands showing – that I really should be going – and I retire through the gate,
The Hawthorn hedges – tucked in at the edges – framing my path just great!
There’s a fleeting Hare – in the sidings there – before disappearing out of sight,
The crops in the fields – maximising their yields – under the sun a burning bright!