Hark! Hark! it must be Bark Pulling into Otmoor car park Dawn is here gone the dark His head on one side is that a Lark? Down the track bounded by Willows Gentle breeze or tempest billows Bird Butterfly or wild Dog Rose In a life full of natural highs and lows His quest for nature takes him wherever he goes Mostly skill sometimes serendipity His determination is oh so gritty I must now finish my little ditty Happy Birthday on number Seventy The Feather.
Hark! Hark! it must be Bark
ReplyDeletePulling into Otmoor car park
Dawn is here gone the dark
His head on one side is that a Lark?
Down the track bounded by Willows
Gentle breeze or tempest billows
Bird Butterfly or wild Dog Rose
In a life full of natural highs and lows
His quest for nature takes him wherever he goes
Mostly skill sometimes serendipity
His determination is oh so gritty
I must now finish my little ditty
Happy Birthday on number Seventy
The Feather.