My Gift To You Poem by Margaret O Driscoll

Come lie with me on warm grass awhile
Inhale the sweet clover, the scent of pure soil
Walk hand in hand beneath hawthorn trees
White petals floating by in a warm gentle breeze
Stroll arm in arm along a lane to a bog
Taste succulent blackberries, hear the croak of a frog
See the beauty of butterworts growing by a stream
From cupped hands sip cool well water - a dream
Watch a dazzling dragonfly flit to and fro
See young trout darting to the shadows below
Hear the pheasant's call as it takes to the air
Tall creamy meadowsweet in bloom everywhere
Touch the bog cotton, feel the sun on your face
My gift to you is any wild place