In The Country Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

The apple tree blossoms,
Blow gently in the breeze,
A Robin arrives on the fence,
Near to me,
He whistles his song,
Then he's gone in a flash,
A bee hovers over,
The long green grass,
Gracing the buttercups,
With delicate touch,
Here in this place,
That, I love so much.
In the distance the mountain,
Looks grand in the sun,
The fields look a picture,
There are lambs having fun,
Leaping about,
As mother looks on,
The Robin is back,
And he's singing his song,
Such a fine afternoon,
Right here in the country,
Such wonderful views,
Here all around me.

Jayne Louise Davies