Wednesday, 30 May 2018

The Countryside


Deep into the wood where the Bluebells grow
Next to them the wild garlic will show
An old oak creeks with a century of age
With brand new shoots and the sun they crave
A crystal clear brook where the Sticklebacks nest
Flows into a stream where the bull rushes rest
The Swifts swoop down like dive bombing planes
In a field of mown hay set in country lanes
In the distance a Wood Pigeon coos
And the rest of the birds also voice their views
Beneath this sun filled clear blue sky
Hear the distinctive sound of a Pheasant cry
As dusk sets in with moon rising higher
far away glows a farmers pyre
Soon to come the majestic Bat
Skillfully collecting Moth and Gnat
These are the delights that the countryside brings
Peaceful bliss as the Nightjar sings
© Anton Phelvin
Art Jeremy Paul


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