In Joyous Song All Nature Sang
by Robert Harrison
Friday, October 27, 2006
Rated "G" by the Author.
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The Blue Bells rang in joyous chime,
Daffodils joined in trumped tune.
The forests heralded the changing clime
Woods creatures eyed the dipping moon.
Then all became alive that glorious morn
When the little one's came to play,
Along secret paths in the new days dawn
Laughing to the music heralding the day.
Green the trees did sway to the tuneful sound,
The brook in playful flowing abandon.
Did ripple and tumble the leaves it had found,
Over stones and rushes stems at random.
While clouds did plow across a sea of sky,
Ships of the heavens slowly sailing.
To destinations helped by the breezes soft sigh
The master at their helm ne'r failing.
Two turtledoves did coo on oak tree branch,
Foretelling a day of fine weather.
And Midges hovering together in merry dance,
Grouse building nests in the heather.
The local farm boy singing his merry lay
As through the wood he goes.
On one shoulder bread and cheese for the day,
The other he carries his hoes.
A merry time, a happy time a tuneful time for all,
As every creature in the wood,
Came together in circles stood
To dance to the magic of summers first call.
So the blue bells chimed,
While the daffodils did blow
The purest of notes that rhymed.
Hidden the crickets chirruping
From the grasses below,
Inocent the little one singing in kind.
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|Reviewed by J M
|This is so inspirational and emotive poetry in motion thankyou......|
|Reviewed by Rusty Daily
|And I continue to enjoy your poetry. Thank you
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Your affinity with nature shines throughout your verses and I, a lover of nature as well, truly appreciate it. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|All beautiful flowers and such, but for smoking, only the herb is the best of weeds...E|