Sussex vale

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the garden in a hidden Sussex vale
where hillocks cause early sun to turn pale.
hidden from eye down a long narrow way
A haven is found just down the way
An old bridge hides waterfalls just a splashing sound
Water flows from ancient springs far underground
Kingfishers call flying low between fern filled walls
Not noticing damselfly’s and kin dancing over the pools
Bumble bees and honey bee drift on by
Dragonfly’s swoop high as new born ant queens fly.
Hawking, dancing, catching insects on the wing.
Amongst the flying ballet two goldfinch now join in.

Light shines down through the ever changing trees
Tree creepers dodge and cling there among the leaves
Fallow deer graze casual in a meadows full of grass
only looking up to see a single fox go pass
Robins sing with blackbirds, thrushes call aloud
a buzzard is heard calling high up in the clouds
The light is getting dim now but insects still are seen
Wagtails grey and yellow feed among the green.
Soon the moths will wake, once hidden from the light
flying up towards the moon, where the bats take flight.
You may just hear a badger, or fox call in the pale
all protected in a little Sussex vale.