Bower Power Poem by Kris Viscardini

Sunlight pulses all around
Spring's begun and joys abound
Lying in our cosy bower
the view from which
our minds empower

Up above the red kites soar
their plaintive cries
piercing all across the tor
Down below the hare looks out
checking runways round about

Then off he darts his feet like drums
we feel reverberation's thrums
The sights and sounds transmit their power
through our nook, our sheltered bower

The patchwork quilt of greens and yellows
across the valley a lone bull bellows
We hear the busy bee
and burnished butterfly
giving power to the flower as they flutter by