The Harvest Gathering!
This day we walked the long road – from the gatherer of stones,
Laden with our troves and treasures – we exercise our bones!
Around the right hand curve the fields open – reaching up the hill,
Winding up its trough before us – where age has carved its will!
Topping the hill we pause for water – standing at the crest of a wave,
A downhill run that’s built for walking – when there’s energy to save!
The gentle gradient guides our footsteps – as we head over the rise,
The smiles widen as we make our entrance – with the clearing of the skies!
The swooping of a welcome Buzzard – climbs up to make a three,
Riding the wind in true formation – A sight for all to see!
The hedge and paths and beds are tidied – before the grass is dressed,
With the guardian of a work force – like a whirlwind at his best!
In thought we turned to preparation and put everything in its place,
A tiny new Frog finds his safe in a sanctuary – away from the thrill of the chase!
The birdlife plays out a well-rehearsed soundtrack – in the Sun the picture dry’s,
Squadrons of electric blue Damsels – In manoeuvres with a wealth of Dragonflies!
One and all – so duly we gathered – ceremoniously we celebrated the scene,
We found our connection in an understanding – sun drenched in the green!
With a raise of the sickle we harvest our crop – grown as a bed of wheat,
We count our blessings and give of thanks – for the earth beneath our feet!
There in the south as we draw to a close – the Kestrel climbs into his sky,
Hovering first and then circling and circling – happy to drift on by!
As if for an encore he introduces his company – and they circle at a rate,
Shaping a bond of nature’s led symmetry – on the wing he mirrors his mate!
Once more the sweeping Buzzard calls attention – as the gate unlocks the way,
With the dying of the fire and the fade of the moment – at the ending of the day!
Contemplation wandering in the Bardic Chair – feeling it in every sense,
Orange Hornets assemble – to roll up their shavings – from staves upon the fence!
A cluster of Wrens flying from Birch to Birch – reassurance with a squeak,
Like a family outing to take in the highlights – with the offer of the week!
Watchful is the Robin on his final round – before his roosting turns to sleep,
Rumbling Pheasants – Pigeons and calling Doves – serenade the retiring Sheep!
The daylight fades on the stretching of shadows – as the cloud it masses in greys!
A casual spread of the dripping of droplets – before the raincloud slowly strays!
On into the darkness and a blanket of visions, the stars push their way into view,
Glinting formations and random existences – looking ancient and yet so new!
The cry of the dawn it lets out a whisper – with the Sun low in the east,
The cool fresh taste of the early morning – on the morrow to the feast!
I break my bread and enjoy this moment – with a peace that seems to thrive,
I file my thoughts and fill up my senses – as I stand here and feel so alive!