As I stand on the lawn,
The croquet ball in front of me,
I hit it towards the hoop,
Not a good shot
But it happens sometimes.
I just stand there waiting,
Waiting for my friend
To hit his ball.
I look up and look around,
I see the beauty of Spring,
It glows all around me
In the afternoon sun.
The trees so green
As their leaves shine so wonderfully.
Flowers of white and yellow
Shine on the bushes
And there on the green fields,
The green fields that surround me
I see the glory of life
As the birds wander over the fields.
The jackdaws and woodpigeons
Intermingling in peace,
Searching for food and nesting.
A pheasant comes towards me
Its startling colours shining,
Shining in the sunshine.
I look up and an occasional cloud floats by,
Floats by gently, its white beauty so glorious.
I return my thoughts to the game
But realising that the game is not important
As the beauty and wonder of Nature
Never disappoints me.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Nature is always wonderful and yes it was Tuesday Afternoon.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
A fine write Gold. I saw a Croquet Club playing. Was ya there? I can't recall if saw ya from a distance.
Probably not where you were.
and there's so much of it to enjoy all around .. 🐧
There surely is Neville.
Andy
Well said GF!
Thank you SC.
Andy
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