As I lay in the grass
Looking upwards towards the sky
There was not even a whisper
Or weary passers bye

The clouds make shapes of people’s faces
Sometime they even look like places
As you look into the distance
Where the sky meets the land
Against   the blue of the sky
There is this beautiful purple band
The heather so thick and evenly spread
If you look close you will see a rabbit or a hare
Showing their head

The deer can roam free
They eat all that they see
As I walk through the field life feels just right
As I look to the sky I can see the birds taking to flight

They swoop and dive
They make everything come alive
Should I be happy the bird caught its prey
Or sad that the poor wee mouse
Won’t live to see another day

Then there is the farmer ploughing his land
He goes up and down in straight lines
Like a marching band
You reach the trees so straight and tall
There is the hole where the wee bird makes its nest
There is never a hole to large or too small

Do you think that these trees can talk?
For there is always weird sounds when you walk
Then there is this small babbling brook
As it flows you start to get hooked
The more you stare and the more you look

The fish are swimming
The bugs are singing
Everyone is happy
In their own wee world

Me I will continue to lie hear
My eyes are closed like the animals I am free of fear
A slight wind is starting to blow
The long grass swaying to and fro

The smell of the plants is caught in your nose
It’s beautiful your mind it starts wonder
To where or when no one knows
You feel the heat of the sun upon your skin
You lie there in awe and welcome it in

It’s nice to get away from the hustle and bustle
Of the streets below
I have had a wonderful time
In these hills of mine
So I will finish now
For it is time for me to say
Cheerio

Poem by Andrew Bennie