My Tranquil Drug

When I think about the woods I’m Humbled by the architecture of the naked trees Solid, tranquil, every reaching as I climb Higher towards the southerly breeze In Beaulieu, when it rains mother can be seen Dashing out between the showers to pull the weeds She misses many stuck in between Which the wind carries and the plant reseeds At the river mouth the water turns And the swans take off graciously over the tide pool The ducklings settle back into the ferns Settle down hazy mist and make the evening cool Strong floral scents carried far on a zephyr Echoing sound of match point from the court Baby calves playfully jump and softly nose the heifer Hear their mooing chatter as they lightly cavort The donkey foals have such big heads Post-like legs with sturdy feet They need big pillows for their beds They look so cuddly and oh so sweet Hey where’s the water gone? Someone’s pulled the plug When will I see the return of the swan? To my home, my tranquil drug