David Mitchell

Rookie - 0 Points (20/12/1988 / Colchester)

On This Green Hillside... - Poem by David Mitchell

On this green hillside do I gaze
At clouds still, sweet, and soft,
And many a tree that gently sways
And birds that soar aloft!

I hear the lambkin's soothing bleat,
The hedgerow's rural rustle -
April's repeated avian tweet,
Far from the hustle bustle

Of overcrowded noisy towns
And hectic urban feet
Belonging to clock-beleaguered clowns
That rush from street to street.

How nice it is to sit and dream
Beneath an azure sky
Beside a clear fast-flowing stream
Watching the world go by!

(Branton, Northumberland; Tuesday,4th April,2006.)

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 4, 2006



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