Sedge on Spangled Water

Terry Trainor By Terry Trainor, 21st Oct 2012 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/zv1vkv0b/
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Walking through a summer country side. The beauty is amazing

Sedge on Spangled Water

Walking through ancient forests in summer always with a renewed pleasure,
Grand old oaks thick and round block outs the sun and touches the bluest sky,
Elastic turf studded with furze-bushes inhabited by all the denizens of nature,
Nearby a little bridge beneath a crystal clear streams where brown trout swim.

Arrested by the stream look all around and there is a long dark green valley,
Filled with sedges showing the glancing light bouncing off the spangle waters,
The stream then widens into a little lake and a willow island rests in the middle,
Water hens swimming about happily near nests on the margins of the little island.

Hassock sedge stands in shaggy and isolated masses it catches an artists eye,
Valleys stretch most invitingly surrounded by rich meadows and lush green fields.
To the left are healthy hills and true to natures grace there are bluebells swaying,
Nowhere in my world do clearer streams bubble past sweet shades of woodland.

I could smell wild fragrance, and listen to the water running flowing along,
Rolling small rounded stones, to a place where the stream slowed,
Close to the stream was a shepherd’s hovel, built with heath and turf,
A seat close by where summer sheep-washers could relax and take their meals.

Then came birds of many kinds, yellow-hammers, gorse-linnets with rosy breasts,
Pied wagtails and graceful yellow wagtails win chats, titlarks and wheatears,
They swoop down to the river to drink and cool down, adding beauty to beauty,
Wading in transparent waters up to their necks, twittering, singing with delight.

Some of the birds stood perfectly still, enjoying the cool water passing by,
Liquid crystal water streamed through their lovely feathers as others dipped,
Walking on I came to a sunny mere, where wildfowl gathered in-groups singing,
And the cries of large flocks of ducklings, coots emerging from overhung leaves.

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Forest Adventure, Forester, Forestry, Forests, Meadow, Meadows, Streams, Water, Woods

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author avatar Terry Trainor
I am a Poet.
My passion is to write about nature and the history of nature.

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