Where Red Kite Fly

Walking ancient pathways on high chalk ridges,
Climbing steep sided valleys; sheep cropped slopes
Over rolling hills where the Red Kite fly
And Chalk Blue butterfly flit in sun warmed air.
Settlement names derived from Saxon tongue,
Time matured villages where the Saxon lived.
Treading shaded lanes in woods of Beech and Oak
Muntjac Deer peer from the  shadowed forest’s edge.
Clear rivers eddy under old stone bridges,
Kingfisher dressed in blue and orange cloak
By brooks where white Water Crowfoot flower
The Brown Trout swim and clear chalk streams flow.


Barry Stebbings
31/12/16
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Sands Avatar
January 11, 2017 at 4:41 PM
Wow, I see the deer mentioned here Barry and this place sounds so nice . I like how you showed us this through writing. :)
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January 12, 2017 at 1:41 PM
Thank you very much, Heidi. // Barry
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January 1, 2017 at 10:36 AM
This is pure enchantment Barry! I wish I could visit. Your imagery in this wonderful piece is exceptional! Happy new year!
Stebbings Avatar
January 2, 2017 at 9:16 AM
Thank you very much Connie. I have walked these wooded hills many times. They are enchanting. // Barry.
Pett Avatar
January 1, 2017 at 5:12 AM
Really like the images you have poetically described Barry, great read thanks, Roy.
Stebbings Avatar
January 2, 2017 at 9:15 AM
Thank you very much, Roy. // Barry
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December 31, 2016 at 12:09 PM
Beautifully scribed, Barry...Sounds like the foothills of Oxfordshire that Borders the slopes of hilly Berkshire. Every occasion I drive down to the south coast I see their ragged form above those balding heights - Great to have them back once again! My very best regards - Have a wonderful New Year! :) john
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January 1, 2017 at 4:40 AM
Thank you very much, John.You are exactly right, it is from the Chiltern Hills close to where I live. Happy New Year. // Barry.
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