Country Walks
Rambling through
dense tree bark Over brambles and
thistles I’m stopped,
captivated by a lark It’s haunting
whistles
Over there’s a
rabbit hurriedly running A dear curiously
looks in to my eyes Birds above fill the
skies
Fields ripple like
the deep blue sea Trees swaying in
gentle breezes Climbing a sty,
it’s a joy to be free Suddenly a hedgehog
sneezes
Activity and colours
extend for miles I take a deep breath
and my whole body smiles Main Menu Natures Beauty Next Poem © 2007 Robert Cashmore |