Mellow meadows, shimmering in summers heat,
dipping down the valley,
rolling down the steep
hillside.
What a delightful and pleasurable treat,
to sit and ponder,
and wander,
your feet deep amongst the wild flowers,
where drones the sweet bees,
collecting nectar, an endless toil,
as they leap from bloom to bloom.
Then with collecting complete
return home,
bodies heavy but content.
And eyes sweep the distant scene,
through a haze of wheat.
A drowsy afternoon,
renewing memories to keep,
and maybe too,
some fresh memories to greet.
© Ernestine Northover
I just wanted to lie back and take a nap. How peaceful this poem is in our world of hurry, hurry. Scarlett
And then.I woke up.In a cold bedsit in the middle of winter down by the docks in Liverpool.Not the buzzing of bees but the mystic warble of police car sirens.Still one can dream.Nice one Ernestine. I remember days like that when I was 6 years old near my parents holiday cottage at LLangwynaddle on the Lynn peninsular in North Wales. Best wishes. Sid xx.
Ernestine: This is a beautiful poem- what a picture you have painted here. I love the imagery and the clean completeness of it. I want to go take a nap now-lol. Lovely, lovely! Blessings-TGR
This was the most blissful read I've had for ages. Loved it, Ernestine! And those bees are still buzzing and streaming in the heat. xL
I, too, love the countryside and appreciate these words all the more for it. You have an enviable gift of painting pictures with words.
Wow........... What a panorarmic view captured in your beautiful words. Really Enjoyed. Has a sleepy quality all of its own Steve
A beautifully described scenic write. I enjoyed reading this awsome poem.
another wonderful write of yours, Ern..enjoyed reading from end to end..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dear ernestine, your poetry does have a lot of life in them.