BEE’S ATTENDED TO THE ROSES
Bee’s attended to the Roses
As Butterflies fluttered by
The great artist mixed his blue
And with it painted the sky
And the sweet scent of lavender
Lingered long on the afternoon air
Should we ask for better?
I don’t think we dare
THE CHAFFINCH
She builds her nest
In the time of spring
And then to find a mate
She must patiently sing
Chaffinch sing your song
So charmingly
From your high branch
Up in the chestnut tree
BABBLING STREAM INTO RIVER
Babbling stream into river
Flows on through the lea
skirting woodland as it winds
On the move constantly
Cutting thru meadow sweet
On its journey to the sea
HERALDING AN APPROACHING STORM
Heralding an approaching storm
Lightening lit the far horizon
As thunder rumbled
Around the valley
Then louder and louder it grew
Closer and closer it came
Until it was overhead
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