Berkshire Bluebells

A countryside walk: what a breath of fresh air!
I pause by the side if the pathway and stare.
The trees and the meadows and hillsides beyond,
Behind me, a field full of sheep and a pond.

And up in the sky there?s a cloud like a face
Which is not quite projecting and not quite in place
But is seems to be blowing a fine salt-sea scent
Which is such a relief, yes indeed, heaven sent!

I can?t smell the?bluebells, but scattered around
They carpet the avenue and don?t make a sound.
Not totally silent: some chirps from the birds
A chaos of high pitches, perhaps in bird words

A musing of sight and sound, sunlight and smells;
The waves from the beauty of nature, in swells
Of delight, and delighted I walk on my way
Full of joy, but perhaps I should stand here and stay.