The Views Poem by David Boyce

THE VIEWS

The mountains in the distance,
With greens and browns along.
The birds are singing sweetly,
With their early morning song.

The mist is rising upwards,
Along the valley floor.
The river waters flowing,
And downwards it will pour.

Now the fields just glitter,
With the early morning dew.
Just like an oil painting,
Still shining and so new.

The sound of nature all around,
It's really good to hear.
The views they are so wonderful,
You sit there and you stare.



Written by David Boyce
27 April 2004


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