A Mackworth Village Garden

Sitting alone in the country garden of number 82
on this July day with the sun shining through.
Watching the dandelion seeds being wafted up high
and just observing nature as the day passes by.

A magpie jumps onto the neighbour’s weather beaten roof
while a horse can be heard by the sound of its hoof.
The bees are as usual busy visiting all the flowers in bloom
as a dragonfly flits by on this Friday afternoon.

The sun’s gradual movement is taking the shade away
and shadows are growing, as afternoon tea comes my way.
A light wind refreshes as it kisses my uncovered knees,
and the trees respond by dancing along with the breeze.

The crows have decided to disturb the peace and quiet
squabbling over who gets first choice with their diet.
A woodpigeon calls out from next door’s chestnut tree,
then two more arrive, and coo in harmony.

poem by Orlando Belo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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