The Ramble of The Bramble!

Welcoming is the coolness of the morning chill – as I set foot upon the road,
The familiar feeling of a well-loved secret and a wandered musing for my ode!
Floating on a smile with a deep held breath – I catch a view of seasons change,
A sweeping cast of nature’s drawing board – forever rolling along its range!

The blue flooded smoke of a greyly mist – drapes its veil over the top of the hills,
Swathed within a considered glow of patience – the fields are ready for their drills!
The ramble of the Bramble – the sprawling hedgerows – that lie along this track,
Decoration is an overload of presented clusters – berries of green and red and black!

With a gentle push the gate creeps open – with contentment I reach my gaze,
Greeted by the love of faith’s creation – that simply never ceases to amaze!
The fruit trees stand where the green is greenest – so much greener to covey,
With the companionship of the almond tree and the path that weaves their way!

The Jackdaws aboard the crow tree – that nears the west – excite the amassing kin,
A clamour of chirruping orders and bids for attention – it reaches deep within!
With a rustle of wings in understanding – scattering in directions one and all,
Shouting out farewells as they head their horizon – with the fading of their call!

The cloud sprawl it opens on a pool of sky – as the Sun it warms its view,
Burning its way through the final curtain – of the climbing mists of rising dew!
Pausing for thought in the chair of the Bard – I dissolve into the scene,
Hidden from the seeking of the new arrival – so I return from where I’d been!

Raising the roof for the seat of contemplation – As clear with a view of the sky,
An all-weather station for a glimpse of the stars and a comfort to keep you dry!
With the onset of Autumn and the long cold Winter – we can rest within its peace,
There’s a doorway that stands with an invisibility cloak – until productions cease!

Around moved the Sun and the turn of attention – shaping theories here and there,
With the time that remaindered we tidied and tended – an honouring with great care!
To the South the distraction of a Buzzard youngster – as a parent passed on by,
Like the shriek of a childhood on auto pilot – where we glide we learn how to fly!

With the close of the door we make our way – finding our connection with the road,
Sharing an admiration for the Bramble berries – as they are swelling with their load!
As we follow our path we seek out the Buckthorn – understanding the hedge and it’s lay,
Awaiting their turn in the cycle of Autumn – as we make it the end of our day!

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