Charm

An early start on a chilly morning

Coffee drunk and I’ve finished yawning

Out into nature, amongst the trees

The meadows, the flowers, the birds, and the bees

Hum of the river as it flows from its source

In one field are goats, in another is a horse

The view of the valley, beautiful and sweeping

By the side of the path a bed of nettles creeping

Rabbits in a field, twitching their ears

Sounds of the motorway drowned out by the weirs

Robin’s and Magpie’s swoop in the air

It makes me stop, it makes me stare

I fill up my lungs with air fresh and sweet

It couldn’t be further from a busy London street

I wish I could be in the country every week

Spending my day amongst its charm and mystique