by R J SCARR
(BRIGHTON, ENGLAND )
Oh the joy of balmy summer's morning.
And lush green grass neath my feet.
To watch bumble bees kissing wild flowers.
Whilst gathering sweet nectar in the heat.
The gentle sound of cool running water,
bubbling merrily over pebbles in the brook.
A skylark singing in the heavens.
The deep throated cawing of a rook.
The sound of busy grasshoppers.
A wood pidgeon cooing in a tree.
Cows lazily grazing on the sweet green grass,
and barely even notice me.
Pretty butterflies settling on daises.
A magical fairy clover ring.
I search for four leaves in its denseness.
For I am told, good fortune they bring.
And the peace here in Merrylands Meadow.
On this warm summer's morn, is sheer bliss.
A heaven on earth. And I'm sure when I die.
I'll find God's heaven is exactly like this.