Here is a winter poem as we don't seam to be having much in the way of summer.
A Day In Winter
Winter is here and my garden
Is covered in fine white snow
I can tell who’s been here
The evidence is clear
Little footprints are left as they go.
The trees are heavily laden
Looking dapper all covered in white
Busy squirrels all day
Gathering twigs for the dray
To keep warm when chilly at night
Five minutes from my house is a woodland
Full of wildlife and wondrous views
Whilst woodpeckers are drilling
The woodland is filling
With the birds and their busy ensues
At dusk I look into the garden
Activities are still going on
Owls looking for prey
As water voles play
Round my pond when the daylight has gone
As I sleep in my warm bed and dream
Little creatures by daylight not seen
All come out to forage
For insects and borage
Until dawn of the cycle’s new scene.
Composed
By
Beryl Ladd
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