up on the hills
the sheep graze
moving in wooly clouds
from green to green

if the wind blows the right way
you can hear their contented
baa-ing conversation.

down closer the duck pond is
teeming ducks all trying for the
bread and pellets, thrown by
a little girl in bright pink hooded
parka, mother standing beside

on the breeze, the smell  of fresh scones baking.

in my hand, tea milky and sweet.

on my mind,  the flavour
of jam, i will eat with those
oven warm scones.

saturday afternoon,
visiting old friends.
helps remind me life is good.