SUMMER MEADOW

As I walk upon the green grassy English summer meadow

The blue of the sky is splattered with creamy white clouds broken only by a yellow sun the colours and sounds of nature are all around me

High above the skylark sings her song.

As she harmonises with the reed warblers melody

In the distance a cuckoo

Echo's his cry looking for a nest to borrow.

From the corner of my eye I spy a field mouse, his whiskers flicking

Breeze's tickle the leaves of the mighty oak tree

Making them giggle with joy, as squirrels and woodpeckers busy themselves

On outstretched branches.

My nostrils fill with the perfume of sweet clover and buttercups.

While sheep and cows sound their voice to neighbouring meadows

And comfort and suckle their young.

The reflection on the waters of the stream smile at me

Dragonfly's hover and then darting from side to side

Play with the movement of the flow,

Minnow's fight the waters run as they make there way up stream,

As the kingfisher looks on, the natter-jack toad crock for a mate,

And water voles nibble on reeds.

OK, I admit that the verse rather over does what this afternoon was like but its been lovely strolling through this summer meadow after lunch (crab, prawns & smoke salmon....delicious), more views of this NIDDERDALE MEADOWcan be found on the link