Now spring has blessed this waiting land <br />I look upon the village Croft, <br />And see the chestnut trees of May <br />With blossom flowers of white, <br />Row on row they proudly stand <br />Adorned in all their majesty, <br />And all the glories of the earth <br />Could make no better sight. <br /> <br />The scent of new mown grass does float <br />Upon the early morning breeze, <br />As I now make my way across <br />This vast and shadowed field, <br />I rest upon a wooden bench <br />And all-alone I calmly sit, <br />To take in all the beauty there <br />The season now does yield. <br /> <br />While birds do sing in dulcet tone <br />Within the might blossomed boughs, <br />I listen to each song of joy <br />That fills the sapphire sky, <br />Amid the chestnut trees of May <br />I find a peace that does surround, <br />As there I dwell a little while <br />And watch the day go by.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-chestnut-trees-of-may/
