Solitude In the Dell

High up on the top of the slope Living alone, in solitude, and hope. He was all alone in the deep wooded dell Yellow birds tinged with black flying so well A small brook winded its way between the trees Butterflies flew on hedges on the breeze. On the sunny side of the ramp The soil was perfectly damp, The brambles thrived with blue raspberries, Whilst here and there grew wild free born cranberries. Birds loved to pick the delicious fruit in season But flew away when other fruits gave them a reason. High up in his lonely shack, he cultivated food Tasty vegetables and poultry brood. No one ever came to visit him It suited him best, such was his whim.