Lie's My True Idyll

My cottage becomes a mystical Universe In retirement beyond the World. Eminently perched along side the river Towy, Lie’s my True Idyll. I survey the ever changing landscape, from here to where the river reaches “The Sky.” Below, shimmers of waters. That ever flow and flow without pause. Only to be broken, by the splashes of the allusive Brown Trout whilst feasting upon the hatching of the Elegant May Fly. In broken channels Salmon lie, in their quest to swim upstream to spawn “ as many will die.” Above us ‘ Day-Blind Stars ‘ awaiting to take their turn at night. The warm breath of a Spring breeze, tickles the fur of the Bumble Bee. Now! with splendour and vigour, a profusion of growth with every tree. In readiness to give birth to ‘buds’, cut like Beautiful Emeralds. To sit and listen, whilst each Wild Bird heartfully sings each song twice. Behold danger as a Goss Hawk , lives here too!! The adventureous Egeret walks upon air. Mirrored by still pools, as he stands to stare. A duck streches her wings to reveal her brood; A single tear of joy she sheds. Across the flow, grassing herd of Cows to lick the morning honey dew. As the rain drops fall from Swallows wings. To ‘Kiss a blaze of Meadow Flowers’. A Dragon fly, pauses to rub a leg over its head. A Spider plays ‘ hide and seek’ within the hedge, to the ‘barks’ from the Jack Russell. I am in Heaven. All that I survey, “Enriches our Souls “ b>