The Elemental Flow!

The gentle amble of the river ramble – glistens in the brightest Sun,
Running through the arches – where the trout they shade their run,
Memory serves to ask a question – where the pathway takes its lead,
Down the giant’s steps to touch the ground – where childhood sowed its seed!

With the weaving wobble of the path meander – the corner calls our view,
How times have changed with the living age – welcome to something new,
Rising to the field with the veil of light – where the horizons roll away,
Contenting strokes of a soothing breeze – through the gate and on our way!

Behold the re-planting of the memorial tree – breathing so full of love,
Standing all the taller for a sanctuary – as it reaches up above,
Peaking at the rise of the curving straight – where the camber swells a sway,
Forever in the picture as I scan my thoughts – bless you here this day!

Illuminated is the yellow gold before us now – where the oil seed flowers on,
Climbing the hill in a sea of blaze – over the top and so it’s gone,
The corner triangle – distinguished with age – it promises a crown,
I stand witness to growth within and without – where the canopy looks down!

Foot-falling the road as it joins with the Hawthorn – with the shimmers white and green,
Lining the way along the fall of the contour – where the timeless vision’s seen,
Stepping through the gap where the Deer take direction – as the decades come to pass,
It’s a familiar trail – with a childhood tale – combing through the grass!

A pause for a gaze at the hilltop spinney – where meadow sweet fawns lay in their beds,
When season calls at the height of perfection – under its cover they hide their heads,
With a nod to the past where the old road withers – we remember the cycle of the blooms,
Where the wild flowers dress the bank with the daisies – with their intoxicating fumes!

Taking a moment to greet with the crossroads – a long barrow looks down from on high,
Out across the valley toward the Malvern Hills and where the Black hills touch the sky,
Captured for posterity in the wash of the Sun – we head for the winding way,
A cue for a verse and the herald of birdsong – the high hovering Warbler wins the day!

Swinging my legs on the bench by the pond – we take an early evening in the Sun,
To my back the pond shy’s behind the Willow trees – as it has always done!
Centuries echo in a range of sights – where history stands the test of time,
We dust ourselves down and follow our path – on an evening in its prime!

The pathway has widened at the end of the road – where the silent they go unseen,
Along past the reserve of the Bumble Bee – where the Sun and wind are keen,
A Red Kite spectacle as it leaves its nest – with a stretch it’s been and gone,
Into the plane traced blue – of the open sky – and still the Sun it shone!

With hair cut Willow introducing their friends – we settled for the elemental flow,
Catching the Rainbow’s a rippling and jumping – sat dappled within the glow,
Rumbling forth with the shallow rapids – before relaxing in the pool,
Feeling the calling and a sense of adventure – on the flow of the elemental rule!

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