Over the Hill
Over the hill and down the Dale.
You hear the wind howl and wail.
Hedgerows grow as recompense,
By apology for breaking the fence.
From it smashing along so hard
Only the weeds settle in the yard
Growing fast they are abundant
Where space for flowers and food is meant
But in this wild, unforgiving place
There is calm and there is space.
Birds, planes and Micro light
Vie for attention all in flight
Hovering over Sea and sand
Searching for a place to land.
Rabbits, foxes and insects thrive
In this garden, the activity hive.
Deer, Owls and Squirrels swoon
In Nature’s cavernous storage room.
In the patchwork scenery
Find your peace, serenity
The weather breaks, the fog disappears
Harvest brought in allays the fears
Of loneliness and solitude,
There’s work to be done,
So don’t mean to be rude.
Long days in the Summer sun.
Machinery, busy whirring and ticking
Crickets in grass, singing and clicking.
The warmth brought from a sunny haze
Simple things to cheer and amaze.
Happiness and energy abound
Relishing in the sight and sound.
Drinking your tea and reading a letter
Hard to believe it gets any better.
When you take a look around
Spirits delight in what we’ve found.