WHAT I LOVE

I love the sparkling streamlets,

And the meadows through which they flow.

I love the purple-tinted hills,

Where the whin and heather grow,

Where the hares and rabbits merrily play,

And birds sing loud through the Summer day.

 

I love to see the stately trees,

And the hedges so fresh and green,

The mayflower, iris, and meadow-sweet,

Which bloom by the silent stream;

The wheat and corn which the farmers mow,

To feed their cattle when Winter winds blow.

 

I love the scent of the flower beds,

When refreshed by the Summer rain,

The honeysuckle and dark-red rose,

That grow near the window pane,

And butterflies with their wings so fair,

Flittering around in the sultry air.

 

Meta Morton Age 12

Tullygrawley School