Chris's favourite things

Of all the trouble on this land,

you never close your open hands.

For still we hear the birds and bees,

we breath the air, and feel the breeze.

We drink fresh water from the hills,

walk golden fields of daffodils,

we seem to take without a care,

but if these pleasures were not here,

how dull and cold the world would feel.

We need the trees, we need the fields,

 warmth of the sun to help us heal,

 beautiful colours of every shade,

damp mists of dawn, sweet summers haze.

The rain that keeps our land so green,

quite sheep that graze, clear mountain streams.

Let's keep these treasures close to heart,

and tender care with our strong hands,

will save her so she'll never part,

and we'll always roam her precious lands.

christine carr.

This is a poem i wrote remembering back when i was a child, when me and my family would take our dog for a walk along this beautiful lane on a sunday afternoon. Hope you like it

Country Love

Warm sun shinning through the trees,

birds sweet song the humming bees,

such peaceful walks along this lane,

makes me return again and again.

The wondrous smells of woodlands dwell,

such pretty colours of the sweet Bluebell,

quick scuffling sound of birds in flight,

protect their nest from dangers fright

the warmth and breeze that brush my face,

a cheeky squirral that moves with grace.

The quiet sounds of earth and sky,

as a wondering butterfly passes by,

the reddening sun touches blackened trees,

the night bird sings in the cooling breeze,

what joyful strolls along this lane,

makes me return again and again.

Christine Carr.