Simple Things
I like the simple things in life, the daisy on the lawn,
Apples in the orchard, a perfect summer morn,
The ripple on the water, the whisper of the wind,
The sound of children out to play, the urchin's cheeky grin.
I love to watch the bumble bee pursue its endless flight,
Hedgehogs foraging around in the bright moonlight.
I love to walk high on the cliffs with seagulls flying low
Over the water, curling, swirling on the rocks below.
The pebbles on the beaches, the thrift upon the shore,
I wish that it could last for ever, evermore,
I love to see the harvest fields, the poppies in the corn,
I thank God for the blessing I received the day that I was born,
And for these things, so pure, so good,
I say a simple Thank you, Lord.
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The Beauty Of Avon
We live together in our little home, my cat Bonnie and
I
We keep very busy in every way, go out walking every day
Enjoying the views of the Mendip Hills and walks in the country lanes,
The White Horse of Westbury high on the hill, vying for prominence with
Cley Hill
Longleat, so stately, and Heaven's Gate, Sheerwater calm like a healing
balm.
Further, we have the beauty of Bath, and our lovely Victoria park,
But above all that I can recall, is the majesty of the great Cheddar Gorge
A cleft in the rock giving shelter to one, and the hymn we all love, "Rock
of Ages", was born
Here in my quiet home in Frome we've created a wild garden all our own,
For bees and butterflies and birds in the trees, from a derelict overgrown
patch.
Cleared bottles and bones, sticks and stones, rusty wire netting nailed
to old poles, all just lying there.
When the debris was cleared, it revealed what we feared,
The ground beneath was black like wet peat and crawling with slugs and
earthworms.
Planted a conifer grown from a cone, cleared out woodlice from under the
stones.
Old tangled ivy climbs up the walls, with bramble, mallow and buddlia tall.
Honeysuckle mingles with beech and nightshade, all flourish now in sunshine
and shade
Planted teasels, daffodils, love-in-the-mist, primroses, bluebells and
cowslips.
I wonder what the future of this garden will be, only time will tell.
Now I have a vision of what it could be, a bower of roses with a seat when
you tire,
And a plaque saying simply sit, rest and admire.
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