The river gently flows towards the sea, ceaselessly providing us with the tranquil sound of its journey.
I wrote this poem after watching a barn owl searching for prey over the common grazing, near to my home. Here is an excerpt of the poem. Dance of the Barn Owls The evening draws nigh and the stage is set, An inspired portrayal awaits us yet. The jet-black eyes search the ground, While invisibleContinue reading “Dance of the Barn Owls”
Silver Birch Snowy branches glow Against vibrant golden leaves Dancing in the breeze Sue Wood
I saw the first bee on the meadow this morning. A soothing and relaxing sound. Bees Man needs bees to live to pollinate plants and trees save them or we fade Sue Wood