The Early Springtime!
The Early Springtime!
The daisies dance across my lawn – in the glittering glory of the early springtime Sun,
Where tiny Daffodil’s sway in the gentle breeze and join in with the fun!
The family Glen – they kindly greet me once again – sharing a connection with a smile,
Let the journey begin – as we all squeeze in – following the familiar and the country mile!
At the end of the road – we unburden our load – savouring the fresh air of the day,
The priceless happy views – todays headline news – as we wander on our way!
The welcome tumbling and rumbling of the serenading stream – playing in the shade,
Around the corner to the ever-moving road – the sliding trail that histories made!
Defining an entrance – there are subtle signs of evolution – radiating with a verve,
A re-purposed Chestnut paling fence – from this moment hence – runs around the curve!
Ducking down the invisible steps of a well-worn path – with the resemblance of a plan,
Pointing out the purposeful – where it ebbs and flows – beyond the dreams of man!
Stepping through the gateway of seasonal changes – a sanctuary in time and space,
Taking in the arc of the new boundary posts – pushing our horizons with a sense of place!
The Sun warms the moment against the electric blue – brightly lighting the cloudless sky,
The sweet pink Almond and Cherry blossom – catching the wind – like fairies as they fly!
The sway of the Silver Birch trees – dripping with buds – casting their shadows below,
Conducting a symphony with the elements – on a tapestry of greens as the grasses grow!
The settled twisted Hazel awash with catkins – hanging like tiny socks drying in the Sun,
The songbird singalong helps us feel at home – the warmest of welcomes for anyone!
Settling in – we relax and let our day begin – feeling the warmth of the Sun on our skin,
A casual catch-up turns into second breakfast – keeping an old tradition within!
Taking in the memories as they repeat and fade – heart-warming wonders all on show,
A road recently less travelled – as the norm unravelled – and the time just seemed to go!
A section of wiring set free from its posting – the original border defining the Grove,
A Kestrel glides above the tree-tops – riding the thermals – with a Buzzard on the rove!
A group of Long Tailed Tits – chirp and fidget – swooping for a gathering in the trees,
Regular visitors – throughout nature’s seasons – happily coming and going as they please!
Retiring for lunch – a contented bunch – watching a pair of Kestrels enter the scene,
Sweeping in from the west – on a parallel quest – riding the tide of the fauna machine!
There’s a convergence of Crows – that quietly southward goes – and off into the far,
The glow of wild Primroses huddled in corners – a dazzling yellow and a natural star!
With the wire untangled and tamed into a roll – we head for the old school gate,
Made way back in history – a Glentaowen production – a sentimental entrance of late!
We enter the Northern Territories as it’s known at present – viewing its shape and form,
There’s a flow to the energy like a pool of calm – in the early springtime safe and warm!
Sewing up the seams – we move across ancient ridge and furrow – on from post to post,
Pitched like a pipe organ with its feminine curve – feeling the love of a brand-new host!
Trimming off the surplus – we reach the midway point – as we look back up the line,
Following the footfalls to where we envisage the gateway – with the future looking fine!
Mulling contemplation with a final raiding of the lunch box – as the Sun it takes its turn,
The mobile wheat bed is prepared and tended – for a sow to grow – ready for the quern!
As the shade it encroaches – we feel the chill – and relocate to the circle in the Sun,
We share in timeless reflection and bounce the hypothetical – as was always done!
With a nod of agreement – we feel the sense of achievement – and time it comes to leave,
With a repeating burst a Woodpecker comes into land – to the south would you believe!
Closing the history gates on the hope of ages – where the dream has come to pass,
I steer my weary legs – as the muscle begs – after a day to remember – truly first class!
