The Songster

The lane gave way to the distant view where trees and hedges now thinly grew Tractor engine thumping nearer,seen over Blackberry and Hawthorn,the reason was clearer One lone man his labour long I watched unseen as he broke into song stopping the tractor to throw on the bales was he oblivious to you hills and dales? The panorama my breath it caught yet his back was bent his head cared for naught but to clear the hay while the sun was high the breeze yet light and the meadow high I moved from the stile as the brambles betrayed me with his song growing sweeter closer to be mistaken was I by his nonchalant caring his arms were outstretched to the vista beyond. A wave and a smile his song he was sharing with this beautiful world To which we belong