A Summers Walk

Flaxen fields of rye and wheat Basking in the summer heat. The curlews haunting, plaintive cry In hurried flight they cross the sky. Around the fields the hedgerows grow Full of thorny briar, and hazel too. Stinging nettles crowd the verge, Buttercups striving, pushing through. The dandelion clock it waits, For a gentle summer breeze For just the slightest breath of air To spread its dainty seeds. The sweetest of them all I see The forget me not enchants me. Such a tiny thing, a dot of blue How could we ever, forget you. And always, there's the bramble Its tangled thorns everywhere, But how we love this prickly bush When it brings its ripened fruits to bear. The harebells bow their lilac flowers While purple bonneted thistles tower. Clover flowering all around, It's crimson carpet adorns the ground. All this around our countryside Just outside our door, Nature in her summer garb Who could ask for more.