Bourne On A Summer Breeze Poem by Dean Bottomley

Bourne on a summer breeze
The scent of new mown hay.
Cow parsley’s aniseed like smell;
Honeysuckle in the dusk.

Bourne on a summer breeze
The gentle touch of warmth.
The damp still hanging in the dawn;
The evening kiss of peace.

Bourne on a summer breeze
The Kite’s shrill warning call.
Blackbirds competing for the mate;
Pigeon's continual coo.

Bourne on a summer breeze
The haze across the field.
The rising dust of crops brought in;
With seagulls keeping guard.

Bourne on a summer breeze
Memories from the past.
My hand in his, as Dad and I,
Explored the natural world.

Bourne on a summer breeze
Memories old and new.
As years slip by and eyes grow dim;
The breeze brings back the past.