Redbourn

GOTO MINDINGS SHOP

A pictorial and poetic tour of my home village

<Redbourn Common>

<Winter Scene at St. Mary's Redbourn>

Where, in the tranquillity of the English countryside,
A village rests, but welcomes all to its heart.
Where in the springtime, the blossom bursts forth,
To announce that nature will play its part.

And the grasses on the common, grow fast
Calling out for that first cut of the year.
When the smell of the newly mown grass,
Pervades the air and brings all cheer.

And children and dogs run wild upon the land
In circles of ever increasing laughter, ah such days.
And as the Summer reaches fullness in its season,
Church bells sound through shimmering haze.

And when the Autumn presents its finest show,
Of brown and gold such is the message clear.
Of something special, a transition to come.
Nothing dark, nothing to really fear.

For when the mantle of Winter’s frost or snow,
Spreads across the common, and all the trees.
What beauty this cold brings to our heart,
When in darkness, such light is bought to these.

And even when the life shelters from the cold,
A new spark is being nurtured for the coming Spring.
Ready for that explosion of beauty in life itself,
A new dawn for all the birds here to sing.

© 2000: Philip G. Bell

<Winter on the Common>

<St. Mary's>

<Church End>

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