The Joys Of Spring Poem by Phil Soar

Taking me away from where I stood
The sights and sounds were magical
Bluebells carpeting the wood
A Distant Fox roams across the field

Buzzards circling above on warm air
Currents that take them higher
Overseeing the freshly cut grass
Farmers forming bails of hay for harder times

Cows, released from winter quarters
Dash out into the morning and leap for joy
Lambs, pounding their mothers teats
I take only photographs and leave only footprints