Poems
The Countryside
The countryside echoes to the sound of movement
Now that the cold hard winter has gone.
Nature is at last awakening.
The sun breaking, spreading
Its all around warmth.
Tiny, fragile stems push through
The damp, heavy, sodden soil.
Little, fist tight buds
Will soon unfurl
Their beauty, not for spoil.
Then a riot of glorious colour,
A scenery to be seen.
Bluebells, Daisie, and Buttercups.
The Majestically Giant Kingcups.
All nestling in shades of green.
The buzzing bees surround the flowers.
A red butterfly hovers nearby.
A multitude of heads, all knowingly,
Wave gently to the soft
Blowing breeze from the sky.
A small cry from the old oak tree.
Followed by a singsong of birds.
Busy, tooing and froing
As they build their high nests
For the new life that is about to give birth.
In the woody streams and water shallows
Where the ice has began to melt
The frogs spawn and tadpoles,
In the warm sunshine rays,
Are already floating about.
How stunning, how wonderful
Is Nature to inaugurate this.
It's the essence of life
From the start of time.
What great pleasure it gives.
by Janet Owen