Hubbard Hills in Spring



From the cliff top path
Of Hubbard Hills
Patches of yellow fields
Can be glimpsed in between
Tree tops that are still lean
But fast becoming green
To the other side in earshot
Golfers take their shots
Pink and white confetti drops
From bouquet bunches
Of blossom which gets thrown
Whichever way the wind is blown
Deer in a garden nearby
Come close by, never shy
And St James Church spire
Dominates the blue sky
There is a queue for ice-cream
In vanilla, butterscotch or mint green
Children use stepping stones
To cross the stream that gleams
In the sunlight's bright beam
And covering the fields
Are daisy and buttercup flowers
Drinking up the sun's powers
While rabbits graze grass lazily
Basking in the sun's full blaze
It already feels like summer
With the heat that the sun brings
Yet it is only spring