Sitting in the Corner!

The constant calling of a baby Buzzard – ringing a welcome to our day,
Hidden deep within the surrounding canopy – with so much there to say!
For a change we enter through the old school gates – into the Yonderland green,
Following the hedgerow with its spray of early sloes – highlighting the scene!

Down to the corner and the comfy chairs – to take in the beautiful views,
Preparation plans as we take second breakfast – and catch up on the news!
Mr Pheasant calmly struts the far side border – before he casually takes his leave,
Under the fence and into the long grasses – as they subtly bob and weave!

There are Butterflies bustling with much to and fro – in many sizes and hues,
Scouting the Hawthorn – sprouting young berries – the abundance that ensues!
A Dragonfly dancing and waving its streamers – celebrating its time in the sun,
Exploring the hedge line – a moment of wonder – a victory of life to be won!

An adult Buzzard circling – in anti-sunwise circles – rising in a majestic sweep,
Up above the Grove in a gliding climb – to greet the clouds as they slowly creep!
I continue mowing manoeuvres as Wood Pigeons play – in and out of the trees,
Grasshoppers jump as I trundle forever onwards – at random angles and degrees!

Late lunch ticks around as the wheels stop turning – and my banana sheds its skin,
A Red Admiral comes to pass and holds my attention – a deep feeling from within!
A white Butterfly flutters with brief interaction – passing the time of the day,
A tiny Orange Tip – takes a casual trip – a natural adventure well under way!

Swelling plumes of bright white smoke – climbing in tight curls catching the breeze,
Clearing the grasslands – raked up and tidied – preparing for the Yellow Rattle seas!
A busy ghostly figure caught in silhouette – slowly adding more fuel to the fire,
The flames rise and fall – with the thrill of it all – smouldering the lines of desire!

A pair of Red Kites – intertwine and tumble – playing on the thermals of the air,
A private performance – an intimate moment – oblivious to us being there!
The grace of movement defies description – one of nature’s rituals taking flight,
A well-rehearsed vision of time and motion – a thing of beauty – behold the sight!

Down near my feet a little Wasp is exploring – in amongst the tufts of the grass,
When from no-where – another launches a head on attack – and knocked him on his arse!
The interloper carries off some small prize – and our little friend re-finds its feet,
Returning to its spot – it pulls at something in the soil – but sadly leaves – admits defeat!

Thistle seed stars sailing rampant breezes – gliding smoothly as they ride the tide,
Above the Yonderland grassland at the mercy of the weather – where elements coincide!
Grey and White smudges in infinite tones – like marble streaks cast across the sky,
The warmth holds its sanctuary for one and all – as the bright afternoon goes by!

With the parking of the tools of creation – we mosey through the gap into the shade,
I remember to seek out the capturing of images – meandering an aimless parade!
The fruit trees blooming with early offerings – hanging clusters at each and every turn,
The faded greens of the seasonal heatwave – bathe in the dappled light of the burn!

There’s a final reprise from the baby Buzzard – with a chorus of its favourite song,
The Songbirds settling with their individual melodies – all feeling like we belong!
Sitting in the corner and musing treasured memories – how wishes can come true,
The heart of the Grove and the Yonderland dream – we see what belief can do!

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