A Kentish Spring
Where I live it‘s winter now, many days are grey,
mornings when it’s white with frost, blow all the grey away.
To pull back blinds and see a crystal sky of sapphire blue
makes waking up a pleasure, but alas they are too few.
To herald spring the blossom trees are tipped in snowy white,
the buds stay tightly shut until the sun puts forth it’s light.
The threat of snow still lingers until Easter’s long since past,
daylight hours are growing, but the icy chill winds last.
Golden headed daffodils proclaim the rites of spring,
softest yellow catkins in gentle breezes swing.
Fields are being planted with the first of this years crop,
the certain sounds of coppicing, the thump as branches drop.
Offspring of the rams and ewes gambol in the field,
hops they’ll soon be stringing to give us this years yield.
Apples from the orchard in a sweetened pastry pie,
with a pint of Kentish ale, a pleasure to the eye.
If on a cold and chilly day you visit rural Kent,
a quick meal in a friendly pub will end a trip well spent.
Where I live it‘s winter now, many days are grey,
mornings when it’s white with frost, blow all the grey away.
To pull back blinds and see a crystal sky of sapphire blue
makes waking up a pleasure, but alas they are too few.
To herald spring the blossom trees are tipped in snowy white,
the buds stay tightly shut until the sun puts forth it’s light.
The threat of snow still lingers until Easter’s long since past,
daylight hours are growing, but the icy chill winds last.
Golden headed daffodils proclaim the rites of spring,
softest yellow catkins in gentle breezes swing.
Fields are being planted with the first of this years crop,
the certain sounds of coppicing, the thump as branches drop.
Offspring of the rams and ewes gambol in the field,
hops they’ll soon be stringing to give us this years yield.
Apples from the orchard in a sweetened pastry pie,
with a pint of Kentish ale, a pleasure to the eye.
If on a cold and chilly day you visit rural Kent,
a quick meal in a friendly pub will end a trip well spent.
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's It sounds so lovely
