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Natures rest

scarcrow

Whilst the lilies blaze

In the summer rays

The butterflies dance

In their summer romance

The robin awaits

The fresh worms to escape

From the ground

They tease, until they are found

Where gardeners sow

Fresh veg to grow

Potatoes, leeks and marrow

The scarecrow stands so proud

Thankful for the sunshine now

He watches with an evil eye

When the birds reluctantly pass by

Roses parade along the fence

Flirting with the bees,

Soaking up their heavy scent

Capturing the moment

Of this summer scene

Gillian Sims

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The cottage

 

 

I came across a cottage,

That stood amongst some trees,

And smoke from the chimney,

Was being fanned by a gentle breeze.

 

The cottage fire was burning,

You could see it through the door,

The sweet smell of burning logs,

From the stack upon the floor.

 

The crackle from the fire,

It looked so very warm,

The old man tends his garden,

In clothes all ripped and torn.

 

In a rocking chair a sweet old lady sits,

With hair of silver gray,

Sunrays peeping through the trees

On this summer’s day.

 

The garden decked with flowers,

With primroses round my feet,

The birds they were singing,

They sang so very sweet.

 

The smell of new made bread,

That carried on the breeze,

Little animals playing in the sun,

As they dart amongst the trees.

 

A scarecrow in the field stands,

To frighten away the birds,

It was a picture that I saw,

So I put it into words.

Malcolm Bradshaw

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