THE VALLEY

 POEM FROM THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT RHYMER

Wild flowers grow in the tall waving grass

Nature at its finest. Featuring the colours 

Of the rainbow in a crown of splendour

Intermingling with the choir of birds

 

All under a clear blue sky of

Such brightness and brilliance

As to blind one’s eyes with

Beauty, and alert the mind

 

Where hazy mounds surround

And protect, and meandering streams

Wind hither and thither feeding the

Land with moisture, replenishing life

 

Grazing cattle and horses enjoy 

The abundance, while a passing deer 

Intermingles for a short while

And no one minds the company

 

Jagged rocks line the streams 

And birds of that nature take

The opportunity to build nests

Where safety is mostly guaranteed

 

All is peaceful under a rising sun, a new

Day has begun. The bees, busy as usual

The butterflies happy to be alive. The richness

Of the land, only some will understand