Have you ever seen a morning
With a red sky turning blue
A heavy smell of freshness
From the meadows soaked with dew
Where birds sing out in chorus
A welcome for this dawn
And field mice dry their whiskers
Whilst they eat the sodden corn
Have you ever-smelt fresh coffee
From beans just ground by hand
Or bread straight from the oven
Top crusted nicely tanned
Where five bar gates swing open
To fields where cattle graze
While rabbits finish breakfast
And sun turns dew to haze
Have you ever felt green pleasure?
Filled lungs with air so pure
Away the aches and pains of life
Our countryside will cure
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
Love this one Dave. It has taken me for a breath of real countryfresh air and It feel so good. Thanks for that. Regards Fay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
one can feel the pleasure....