On the banks of the river a linnet sings on a hazel bush and charms my ears. West winds blow, over the fields of blooming daffodils. Trout weave a path through rocky pools. Overhanging trees cast shadows, sunlight breaks through the canopy, its nature in all its glory.
Michael Cochrane © 2022
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem