The Noble Sculptor!

The Hawthorn hedges showing off their annual haircuts,
As the Crows they chatter a happy welcome overhead!
The gate swings open and the hidden Wood Pigeons scatter,
Followed by a female Pheasant – rumbling to the north – straight ahead!

The Songbirds fidget to and fro – a mid-morning melody in the panoramic,
As a Buzzard circles low to the west against a cloudless sky!
A couple of Ravens pass over – during the taking of second breakfast,
And a Dragonfly speeds by – grasping the interest of the watcher’s eye!

The sun warms the freckles on the face of dappled shadow,
Weaving textures of light amidst the shape and form of the trees!
Robins chase and the Wrens they race – on the edge of season’s turning,
While the stunning display of Ivy flowers – tempt the Wasps and flies and Bees!

The flames they dance within their heat of dry flicker,
Burning its offerings with its wanton eager blaze!
Catching up with business and the glow of seasonal ashes,
The energy of its pulsating embers – shimmering in the haze!

Filling in – the come to rest corners – will be shape defining,
In his favourite medium – the noble sculptor considers his art!
When three become one – left out to dry in the sun,
Awaiting its coverage on completion – to truly look the part!

The roundhouse weed rabble raked and flame kissed,
The ditch around the bank it suffers the same!
Smartened and tidied – left with the flowing grassy fringe-line,
Where the circle of circumference works well as a frame!

Time to shade the inner visions where depth can find its truth,
Covering the basics where the soot once collected with the dregs left in the tin!
Recounting old adventures with the growth of generations,
Sharing in the wash of the memories where its history did begin!

Butterfly White’s and Browns – they flutter their flouncy gowns,
Encountering clumsy Crane flies and little Orange Tips!
A pair of Dragonflies connected with their seductive movement,
A symphony dance – where nature finds its chance – just beyond your finger-tips!

A Buzzard rises sun-wise to the east on the thermals,
Dripping with a sun bursting elegance – it continues to climb!
Lost in the hypnosis of its constant rise and falling,
Suspended in the thrill of the moment – beyond the reach of time!

A Marbled White butterfly settles beside me – as I ponder a yonder,
Sharing in the gift of nature’s peace – singing with the birds!
I breathe in the atmosphere – as my mind takes in the journey,
Following the thread and taking notes for the words!

There’s an Ants nest occurring – new by the standing stone,
Facing up my right hand view along Orchard Way!
Standing to attention with the introduction of a specialised service,
Will there be further adventures with this Anthill mob – to tell another day?

The Long Tailed Tits – pulling into the pits – as I return to the Gallery,
One at a time in their rapid collective – moving from tree to tree!
There’s a thrill of excitement – clearly heard in the voices,
I share in the moment as I ready my leave – what a treat to see!

Slowly I wander and retreat to the gateway,
Admiring the seasonal scenery as I make my withdrawal!
I break with tradition in response to my lack of water,
Over the hill and finding a welcome – where there’s a resplendent cold one for all!

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