The gentle drizzle mists over
Settling insignificantly, quietly
Casting a spell, of silk
Across the views in the distance
The hills stretch endlessly
Sitting in the valley, sheltered
Far from accidental visitors
The bothy a cottage, a story
Sitting on the step listening
The peace envelopes you
Birds singing their songs
Spring shares its promise of joy
The shades of brown and grey
Slowly changing to greens
The stream burbles gently
Searching for the lowest point
At the back the deer watches
Me, the invader in its space
Knows I am no threat and skips,
A white tail departing swiftly
The space, quiet and peace
A refuge from the real world
A haven, hovel and heaven
Home of past and rest of present.
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i have just noticed you call yourself hissing sid....and now i have that bloody song in my head, the one by captain beaky!
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will be singing it all bloody day now!
Lol lass, it is a pseudonym - use it on another site that I prefer to remain relatively anonymous
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