Walking along the muddy mire We spotted the lake Amongst the teasels that Stood strong and stately Embellishing the scene With dotted lanterns
Walking through paths of golden gorse that Elegantly lined our path We saw orange-tipped, peacocks And speckled woods All sampling the endless sun
In amongst this damp and muddy mere A frog appeared from nowhere Stone chats perched But did not chatter Too early for the Mating natter
Splendid male with A smart white collar The female much more sober They’re choosing mates It’s the spring routine For all wildlife to encounter
Buzzards effortlessly grace the skies Three but hence no skylarks The latter are looking soon to nest Hidden in grassy meadows Frothy off-white May adorn the blackthorn Back home down the Lane With lots more delights to unfold
By Sandra Young
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