Blackbird
Sweet Blackbird chimed atop a tree,
no worldly care it seemed to me.
His heart so free so unrestrained,
his gladdening sound released, unchained.
Though ending day seems spent and done,
he takes the stage to gift his song.
And all around seems stopped and still,
as sinks the sun on Meadows Hill.
The bird remains to cast an eye,
on Evenings Wings his chorus flies.
Across the Field and through the trees,
parades his joy with natures ease.
As witness stands the Village Church,
to Sermon Sung from Woodland Perch.
When sentinel the night arrives,
this ancient place its peace derives.
To know no matter what may come.
Sweet Natures Tune goes on and on.
image; Art Johnstone. ‘Sweet natures tune’. St Andrews Church Sherborne St John Hampshire. Fondly reminiscing with a friend.