Harry\'s Field.


Don\'t get to come here often,

To sit in peace outside the stable,

Where I listen to the birds sing,

Watch them play in trees and hedgerows,

Two robins are gambolling,

They flutter round the horse\'s gambrel,

Hop from molehill to grassy mound,

Land with grace on Harry\'s back,

He is oblivious to their presence,

Whilst he quietly grazes,

In a complete safe green environment,

All here is untroubled,


This part of life is vital,

And keeps this world a special place,

It is possible to gain retreat,

From the \"civilised human rat race\",

Standards here are a throwback,

To revered long bygone days,

Where there is time and space for everything,

All participants are welcome,

There is nothing in the way,

Animals teach us such a great deal,

Blase blind acceptance and trust,

I love it here amongst them.