For the first time in quite a few days we awoke to a decent sky, but all can change at the drop of a hat!
It is early, but as I looked out of the window, once again the sheer simple beauty of the sheep grazing over the road in Ronnie's field brings a tingle down my spine!
A good way to start any day, appreciation of what is on our very doorstep, for free.
Each month we have a village magazine delivered.
Quite a simple, informative local publication, but nevertheless worthy contributions can often be found.
One such contribution this month was a poem written in appreciation of the area by one of our neighbours.
Wayside World
By George Skaife
Come, take a quiet evening stroll
Down a pleasant country lane
Into Nature's "wayside world"
A wide and wonderful domain
Within these wild grass verges
Often hidden from view
We find wild, blue forget me nots
The yellow primrose touched with dew
Here, white umbrella flowers sway
On a sea of tall hedge parsley
Soft whispering in the undergrowth
On a stoat looking unwary
High above the wayside
A kestrel hovers in the sky
In fear the timid creatures hide
To escape its eagle eye
Browsing in warm sunlight
On the purple thistles head
We see the colourful butterflies
Their fragile wings outspread
Scattered along the hedgerows
Standing tall in wild confusion
Foxglove and Rose Bay Willow herb
With scarlet poppies in confusion
The beauty of a wild dog rose
Sweet honeysuckle's clinging vine
Shy violets hang their dropping heads
Where twisting stems entwine
From deep within these leafy bowers
We hear the cheerful cries
Of Chaffinch, Wren and Blackbird
Their melodies fill the skies
Among these wayside flowers
The constant hum of busy bees
Green dragonflies hang motionless
In the warm, soft summer breeze
Now as the twilight shadows fall
On this peaceful countryside
We slowly homeward wend our way
In the gentle hush of eventide
For more Two for Tuesdays visit Jonna
By George Skaife
Come, take a quiet evening stroll
Down a pleasant country lane
Into Nature's "wayside world"
A wide and wonderful domain
Within these wild grass verges
Often hidden from view
We find wild, blue forget me nots
The yellow primrose touched with dew
Here, white umbrella flowers sway
On a sea of tall hedge parsley
Soft whispering in the undergrowth
On a stoat looking unwary
High above the wayside
A kestrel hovers in the sky
In fear the timid creatures hide
To escape its eagle eye
Browsing in warm sunlight
On the purple thistles head
We see the colourful butterflies
Their fragile wings outspread
Scattered along the hedgerows
Standing tall in wild confusion
Foxglove and Rose Bay Willow herb
With scarlet poppies in confusion
The beauty of a wild dog rose
Sweet honeysuckle's clinging vine
Shy violets hang their dropping heads
Where twisting stems entwine
From deep within these leafy bowers
We hear the cheerful cries
Of Chaffinch, Wren and Blackbird
Their melodies fill the skies
Among these wayside flowers
The constant hum of busy bees
Green dragonflies hang motionless
In the warm, soft summer breeze
Now as the twilight shadows fall
On this peaceful countryside
We slowly homeward wend our way
In the gentle hush of eventide
For more Two for Tuesdays visit Jonna


20 comments:
Your neighborhood is not really urban, but beautiful.
Preparing my ABC = Y
:-)
What a great poem that is... I saw in my minds eye everything that was wrote about..
2 great sky views also.
No houses... lovely. That is a more open view than ours used to be, unless we went outside as shown in my shot. You can see we are now hemmed in.
That's a beautiful poem and what a gorgeous view you have! Wonderful.
I popped over to say...
You're tagged! Pthththth!!
wow Denise ,
this is an amazing area I am impressed, also by your photography, you are always so creative its a joy to visit your blog...Thanks for showing.
BTW: I passed you an award for creativity, come to my blog to see & get it, My congrats and you deserve it!
greetings from JoAnn
What a view. Bibi wants to romp there!
Beautiful scenery out your window! The poem is lovely. Now I can just imagine you reving up your motorcycle engines and riding down the lane...
Aloha Denise,
I miss the views of the moors.. yours is gorgeous. My Dad has a view of the Valley looking over to Haworth.
Arn't sheep peaceful? make you want to zzzz..zzz.zz lol..
Peace n hugs, Kai xx
Hello Denise - and thanks for the visit and kind words!
Aren't you lucky to have such views? I count myself among the lucky as I only live five minutes from a similar view (in fact if I carried on in the car for five more minutes I'd see exactly the same view as you!! lol) but, alas I live on the wrong side of those rolling hills!!
Gary
You have a lovely view from your window - I'm most jealous ..
Delightful to appreciate what one has at hand.
I also appreciate that my bloggy friends bring the world to hand.
You have the most inspiring blog. Those photos are positively pastoral.
Lovely view ...
:-Daryl
Hi Denise you've always got such beautiful poems in store for us! They describe the lovely wildflowers in an English meadow.
Great to see you've joined Jonna's meme - great shots too.
AND, I've tagged you...
Blue
x
Lovely, lovely views - and the beach nearby too. What more could anyone want?
That is such a beautiful view :-)
Thanks for playing my meme. I think I have said I live out in the country as well. There is nothing quite like the country life. I certainly love the view out of your window.
There's another award on my blog to add to your lengthy list.
An absolutely georgous and amazing view.
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