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JUNE JEWELLED WALK
Down the country lane through the leafy wood
their feet trod in early summer
heated evening of fading day
Displays of flowers wild abandoned
Sun shaded glades and drifting grass
in gentle breeze beneath shadowy
low branched trees and winding path
to fields of ponies excited and with
the fox striding across who stopped
to look to listen in the cooling hour
Watching walkers in amazement call-A FOX.
He knew his name his reference. Twas so strange
And on beyond they wandered
past babbling burbling water trills
and streams and irised pools with jumping fish
A platter of delights to quench
the soul’s deep desires
Such beauty, bliss
A party of ladies did pass-by
and greeted and merried on their way
with smiles and coos and curtsied flirts
and bouncing girlish happiness
with curls and swirls,
abandoned age in nature’s playful place.