Spring is not far away!
It is half-past eight on a quiet Sunday
As I sit eating my breakfast, listening and looking out,
Listening to Mozart’s divine Ave Verum and
Looking out across the fields and valley towards
Whitbarrow Scar which is in bright sunlight with
The last of the morning mist burned off.
The bird feeders close to the window are busy with
Blue Tits of all kinds and a wonderful
Goldfinch has just made a glorious appearance.
I just wonder what will appear next
I have to say to myself with all honesty
Why would I want to be anywhere else?
Like many, I have travelled the globe,
Living and seeing the north, south, east and west,
Sometimes staying for months and at other times
For years but never forgetting what I am.
I was born a south Lancashire man and
That is how I remain with my real home in the north.