Spring Verses

To some this vale may seem remote But had I the genius of a poet I'd write of what I hear and see And all this beauty that captivates me. Green meads made lush from thundery showers And decked with hosts of wildering flowers And rainbow in the evening sky A delight to the sheperd's eye. In green pine wood the wild birds sing For happiness and joy of Spring From dawn's first light till gloam of day They pipe their melodies of May. And lark pipe o'er the hillside brown That overlook the sleepy town And stream flow downland from the hill With babbling voice that's never still. If what I see I could relate And with a sweet song celebrate But poets are few and far between And I'm not one or so 'twould seem.