The sun is out and the sky is blue,
So there is nothing better for this man to do,
Than to walk out where people are very rare,
And fill my lungs with the freshest air,
Blowing from the Southwest today
In that whistling sort of windy way.

Oh how I love to walk up here
In this valley where the air is clear,
And the birds are singing in the trees
The Hallelujah chorus carried on the breeze
To fill the senses of anyone who may be,
Close enough to hear their symphony.

Then as I climb to the Southern hilltop
Something catches my eye and I have to stop.
I look in silent wonder as I now can see
Not one buzzard nor two, but three
Circling and swooping in the sky above
This is a sight I have come to love

As I stand agog and watch them soaring
On the thermals up from the valleys pouring,
Again I find myself captivated by
The ease and grace with which they fly.
Then off into the distance all three glide
Leaving me feeling good inside.

Further on and I espy three roe deer
The first I’ve seen for many a year.
They’re grazing contentedly and unaware
That I have stopped to stand and stare
At a sight I don’t often see,
But today Mother Nature’s been good to me.

Tom Higgins 24/03/2014