I WAS ALWAYS TOLD THAT FARMING

 

I was always told that Farming

Was a terribly tough way of life

Well, I haven’t found that to be the case

And nor has Audrey my wife

We were told by almost everyone

We were making a big mistake

But we chose to be Wind Farmers

And honestly, it’s a piece of cake

True Nature # 4

NORTH WESTERN MISSION BELLS

The Mission bells
Blooming herb
Of the north western states
With green-and-purple
Bell-shaped flowers

SOUTH WESTERN MISSION BELL

The Mission bells
Blooming herb
Of the south-western States
With dark purple
Bell-shaped flowers
Mottled with green

CALIFORNIA YELLOW BELLS

California Yellow bells
Inhabiting the arid places
With pendulous bell like
Yellow flowers
Blooming in the desert

YELLOW BELLS

The Yellow bells
The viscid herb
Inhabiting the arid places
With its sticky leaves
And pendulous bell like
Yellow flowers
Blooming in the desert
Of the south-western states

WHISPERING BELLS

Whispering bells
The viscid herb
Inhabiting the arid places
With its sticky leaves
And pendulous bell like
Yellow flowers
Blooming in the desert
Of the south-western states

SWEET BELLS

Sweet bells
Long racemes
Of pinkish flowers
Abundant on
Bushy Deciduous shrubs
Across eastern States

PEACH BELLS

Peach Bells
European perennial
Bellflower with racemose
Of white or blue

BROWN BELLS

Brown bells
Californian herb
With brownish-purple
Bell-shaped flowers

OUR HOUSE WAS POOR

Our house was poor
But the land was rich
Mother Nature’s
Bountiful abundance
Rich in leaf and bud
Enriched in flowers
Many a summers’ day
I lay amongst grasses
And the wild flower stems
In scented meadows
That leaves me dazed
As the summer sun
Set alight the burning gem’s

THE WIND IN THE TREES

The wind in the trees
Sang a sad song
A plaintive sound
Like a crying child
And as it blew through
The crying leaves
On the rainy morn
Shed tears that fell
To the forest floor

TRANQUILLITY DESCENDS

Tranquillity descends
And sunshine reigns
When the storm abates
And peace remains

BETWEEN THE SEASONS

Although the sun
Shone high
In the dying
Summer sky
The east wind,
Strong and shrill
Carried in an
Early autumn chill

DARK CLOUDS CONCEALED

Dark clouds concealed
The firmament
The moon and stars
Still shone
Though not apparent
And heavens jewels
Remained, unseen

DAYLIGHT WAS DECLINING

Daylight was declining
As twilight loomed
As behind the horizon
The sun was consumed

WIND AND TEMPEST

Wind and tempest
Rain and flood
The chimney falls
With a thud
After the lightning storm
And booming thunder
Uprooted trees
Roofs torn asunder
But in the calm
As we convalesce
In the aftermath
There is a cleanness

True Nature # 3

BLUEBELLS IN THE WOOD

Bluebells in the wood
Sway in the dappled shade
To the tune of Spring

THISTLEDOWN, IN IDLE FLIGHT

Thistledown, in idle flight
Drifts upon the highland wind
Like ancestral spirits

BATHED IN SUMMER SUNSHINE

Bathed in summer sunshine
Gentle breezes stir the stems
But above in the golden sun
Grow an array of perfect gems

ICE AND RAIN

Ice and rain
Sleet and hail
Storm and tempest
Wind and gale
The rugged rock
Cannot prevail

THE SUMMER IS ENDING

The summer is ending
The flowers are dying
The meadows are still
And the geese are flying

SUMMER FLOWERS ARE BLOOMING

Summer flowers are blooming
In the scented meadows
Are the sun slowly sets
Lengthening the shadows

THE PEACEFUL VILLAGE

The peaceful village
In the frozen valley
Lay quietly beneath
Its winter cloak

BENDING IN THE BREEZE

Bending in the breeze
White stalks sway
Flower heads dancing
On a summer day

THE WINTER LAND LIES

The winter land lies
In suspended animation
Part of life’s eternal cycle
And with it, paused
Is its Infinite variety
But As the earth turns
Mother natures seed waits
Beneath the February snows

VOLCANOES ARE TERRIFYING

Volcanoes are terrifying
Just the thought of them is frightful
But pyroclastic eruptions
That’s just Nature at its most spiteful