The Sun rose high, in the morning sky,
It shone in all its glory,
Drying up the morning dew,
Such beauty there before me.
A Robin flew upon the fence,
And sang his special song,
He sensed my presence, sitting there,
But still he carried on.
For this was his, own special spot,
He'd visit every day,
I loved his grand appearance,
I so wished he could stay.
The squirrels played upon the grass,
Beneath the old oak tree,
A woodpecker tapped to his hearts content,
Such a special place to be.
In the distance, sounds of lambs,
Calling for their Mothers,
In fields of green, they skipped and jumped,
Chasing the many others.
For Spring was here, a special time,
A chance to take a pause,
From Winter months, a cold bleak time,
Nature had arose.
The eerie sound of Buzzards heard,
From high up in the sky,
Seeking, searching for their prey,
With bright and eager eye.
For nature is our gift from God,
We couldn't ask for more,
A picture of real beauty,
Right there outside our door.
Jayne Louise Davies
The nature‘s reverie, its reservoir of gaiety are captured so beautifully, that I got carried away by the rhyme and rhythm of the poem, and its flow of words. As if I were thrown into a cool stream in the hot swealtering summer
Such a beautiful image, Jayne! I live nature, robins and squirrels have a special place in my heart. Nice to see them appear in your poem!
This is a really delightful poem with good images that you feel you are there too.
Thank you David. It's a place that I stay on the other side of the Brecon Beacons. It's so beautiful and peaceful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
For this was his, own special spot..........the focus!