Small Bird

I heard a small bird sing, somewhere near my house,

But when I tried to find it, it went quiet as a mouse.

I heard a small bird sing, gently ringing in my ear,

But when I tried to tickle it, it must have flew away in fear.

I heard a small bird sing, loudly by the shed,

But there was no sign of it, it had been messing with my head.

I heard a small bird sing, quietly overhead,

I pulled the covers closer, lying peacefully in bed.

I heard a small bird sing, all through the night,

But when I woke up and opened my curtains, it must have taken flight.

Summer wishes

As spring is showing signs of ending,

Summer lurks with sparkles bending,

Vegetation grows and flourishes

Rainfall sprays the ground and nourishes.

We think that Covid has gone away,

Hope it won’t come back another day.

The thought of summer and a holiday,

In my head I’m already on my way.

Please let’s have a brilliant summer of fun

Don’t want another year where its full of glum.

Cross my fingers, look around,

Do I recognise that happy sound?

A sound of beaches full of joy,

Come on, summer, ship ahoy!

My ode to summer.

Beautiful England

Beautiful England, covered in hills,

Serene nooks and crannies. Farms and windmills,

Glorious coastlines, smothered in sand,

Valiant cliffs stand proud and so grand.

Quaint little towns with high, pointed churches,

Castles and cottages, long pathways lined with birches,

Ancient forests with foxes and deer,

I really hope to explore more this year.

This poem was meant to reflect how lucky I feel to live in such a beautiful country.