In the thick green hedgerow,
Where sweet birds stay awhile,
It is their little haven,
Their presence makes me smile.
Out flies robin redbreast,
To start his brand new day,
He lands upon his favourite spot,
Then pleasantly sings away.
I hear a little rustle,
A rabbit rears his head,
Then robin flies back once again,
From his place upon the shed.
A hedgerow of activity,
Goes on throughout the day,
One of natures pleasures,
In a gentle way.
Jayne Louise Davies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely Nature delights heart ever!
Thank you Ramesh! Much appreciated x