My First Ever Poem

Down a grassy lane, I trudged beneath pale blue skies, a rambling spirit, vivid scenic hues a spur, to a literary verse Images abound, for me to seize and savour, in a magic whirl, or vortex as I ponder, shrouds of verdant silhouettes Hedges, bird shrieks, rocks, taunt and tease wide awake eyes, stirring cues unfold, lavish signpost for lush mindd, creative deft scroll then poised Downward Plod I chose, as title of lines scribbled, for my first poem, whose birth meandered footprint, a release for budding pen