THE MEADOW

Behold the view of England fair
Of meadowsweet and grass swept along,
Where skylark raises her brood
And above, her love sprinkles his song.
From crooked bough of weathered oak
Proud robin voices his challenge from hearty breast,
Whilst cows in scattered abandon
Under ripening sun
Gaze through childlike eyes at a scene so blessed.
The rolling fields dotted with snow and golden coin
With buttercup and daisy flowers in starlike acclaim,
The meadow swells with the fullness of life
Fruitful hedgerows ring the carpet of Englands plain.
Peace now reigns where blood did flow
When Roundheads fought the Cavaliers,
Cannon thunder and the battles roar
Replaced by insects contented hum to soothe our tired ears.
The English meadow, a freedom from lifes rigours
In deep thought, or holding hands with a lover,
The sights, the smells and sounds of utter serenity
Step over the stile, it's there for you to discover.

Phil Hall  October 2013