Summer Daze

A cloud like a cotton wool duck, sailed gracefully across a turquoise sky,
The dashing flit of a house martin blinked past,
Bumble bees spread pollen drunkenly from stamen to stamen,
The sun peered shyly over the horizon,
And the wind sighed gently from time to time,
The sweet smelling sound of willow on leather echoed the clink of tankards,
Children playing and the lovers’ laughter failed to disturb the maiden deep in her novel,
The boats on the river ebbed upon the tide and the eight sped past,
A Peacock his fan bared for all to see, strutted as a landlord on his domain,
The man with the camera peered in through the window of the antiquarian book shop,
And humming a simple tune the busker thanked his latest patron,
The bus driver, shirt sleeves rolled in nonchalant fashion, drew away from the stop,
At the same time a student head bowed in concentration, worked on,
Butterflies lay basking upon the nettles,
As sun worshippers lounged upon an emulsioned beach,
The sparrows ran squawking into the dust baths in the borders by the roses,
The ladybirds sampled the green fly,
Ice cream cornets sang as they filled with the chocolate from the ninety nine,
The stranger listened as the bobby in his peaked cap gave him directions,
A young woman in a floral sun dress pushed a laden pram among the cobbles,
As the horse and trap clattered state like behind,
The bells on the church steeple climbed the hour,
And graves full of long gone memories stood silent below,
A stoat his mouth stuffed full with rabbit hurried home,
The salesman sat, mobile phone glued to his ear and perspired in his air conditioned car,
As the berries on the hedgerow ripened,
And I sat quietly the great oak shading me and watched.

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