Beauty of Nature Poem

As a child I used to visit Frittenden in Kent for my summer holidays hop picking on a farm called little wadd these are just some of my memories

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The Countryside

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Published: September 2013

Deep into the wood where the Bluebells grow
Next to them the wild garlic will show
An old oak creeks with a century of age
With brand new shoots and the sun they crave
A crystal clear brook where the Sticklebacks nest
Flows into a stream where the bull rushes rest
The Swifts swoop down like dive bombing planes
In a field of mown hay set in country lanes
In the distance a Wood Pigeon coos
And the rest of the birds also voice their views
Beneath this sun filled clear blue sky
Hear the distinctive sound of a Pheasant cry
As dusk sets in with moon rising higher
far away glows a farmers pyre
Soon to come the majestic Bat
Skillfully collecting Moth and Gnat
These are the delights that the countryside brings
Peaceful bliss as the Nightjar sings

more by Anton Phelvin

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