Moss covered stones line the river’s edge, <br />thus there is no need to dredge. <br />Water’s flowing swiftly on its way, <br />for it cannot ever stay. <br />A prying vole peeps, sussing the scene, <br />with his nose alert and keen. <br />He ventures forth to forage about, <br />far from his discreet hideout. <br />But shy is he, when disturbed he’ll flee. <br />sanctioning no scrutiny. <br /> <br />I see insects, they all please the eyes, <br />ladybirds and butterflies. <br />Swarms of gnats gyrate and pirouette, <br />above playful ripples, wet. <br />May flies hover in the warming sun, <br />as their forerunners have done. <br />Buzzing bees searching for nectar new, <br />among the wild flowers, pursue. <br />Grasshoppers jumping around my feet, <br />chirping loudly, one, to greet. <br /> <br />A robin smart, sits upon a fence, <br />could his braveness be pretence. <br />Nettles and grasses coating the bank, <br />are the backdropp for greenshanks <br />Those sandpipers, who motionless, peer <br />into shallows, crystal clear. <br />A speckled thrush sings out to his mate, <br />wondrous notes I hear vibrate <br />Across the fields, such a dulcet sound, <br />whilst I’m walking, homeward bound. <br /> <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crystal-clear-4/
