Poem - Blankney In Summer

Another poem from my 'Blankney Anthology' written in 1995. It tries to depict an idyllic summer day in the village.

Blankney In Summer

See the swallows flying high
In the summer haze
Dive and swoop upon the fly
Happy summer days
From the shade of spreading trees
Listen to the drones
Of a far off distant bi-plane
As it's engine spits and groans
Hear the crack of willow
As it whacks the cricket ball
And two embracing lovers
Walk in the grounds of Blankney Hall
Pigeons from the belfry coo
Tall keksey flanks the lanes
And in the park, children play
Making daisy chains
Soon the sun sets in the west
The sky glows crimson red
Swallows now return to nest
The bi-plane silent overhead
The cricket match is lost and won
The final ball's been bowled
Golfers seek the clubhouse bar
The last putt has been holed
Lovers kiss and say goodbye
Parting brings such sorrow
Daisies scattered on the ground
Will have wilted by tomorrow
Pigeons in their lofty tower
Heads tucked in downy feather
If only such a summers day
Could go on and on forever

Rodney Garlant