I wrote this poem a little while ago. It is how I see things in my mind at the end of the day in my son's garden .
He lives in Petts Wood Brommley and has a large garden full of wild life and just arround the corner , a 5 minute walk from Petts Wood

Nature’s Pace

As I sit in my garden, does a fox cub intrude?
I welcome his presence e’en though he is shrewd

He chases his tale as he frolics around
Making him dizzy, he topples to ground

He sits there in wonder about the sensation
Waits for a moment to regain orientation

As I keep very still; he is joined by another
Then comes one more, a sister or brother?

The mother is watching her sons and her daughter
As they come to my pond for a cool drink of water

A squirrel jumps on to the roof of my pool house
Being observed by a small garden dormouse

Little wild rabbits come out of their hiding
Nibbling the grass and with others confiding

In the trees up above the birds chirrup and sing
The beauty of nature just doing it’s thing

In the distance a noise disturbs natures pace
In an instance the beauty has gone with it’s grace

We'll hope when it's quiet they'll come back again
For wildlife is that which keeps me quite Sane.

Composed
By
Beryl Ladd

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