Seven Joys Poem by Sheena Blackhall

The first joy is a field of corn in summer
Swimming bright with poppies in the wind

The second joy is a chair brought back to life
The grain of the wood restored with a craftsman's care

The third joy is a linnet's song on the wing
Rising out of the dew in a lush green meadow

The fourth joy is a frog in the bulrush path
Croaking a blessing to the marshy pool

The fifth joy is the steady fall of leaves
Confetti in the marriage of summer & winter

The sixth joy is the badger's snort in her sett
The twilight romping of her pinstriped cubs

The seventh joy is the waking of the day
The sun in its glory soaring into the heavens