Thoughts of Summer.

[Bowler]

Quiet the fields of Camberley
In the dew wet dreaming dawn
Half light from the lazy sun
Wakes the Sunday summer morn
~
Munching cows, round eyed patient
Assemble at the milking sheds
Alarm clocks strident, ringing, calling
Reluctant bones from goose down beds
~
The electric driven orange milk van
Humming down the village street
“Lovely morning Mrs. Perkins”
“Nice one, see you later Pete”
~
Bouncing eggs in boiling saucepans
Brown the toast and coffee smells
Through the open kitchen windows
The pealing fall of distant bells
~
Red the peg tiled roofed pavilion
Flaky white the old sight screen
Farmer’s boy and country vicar
Play the game on village green
~
Tired eyes turn to English summers
Loved ones smiles and gentle rains
I curse the weight of pack and weapon
Taste the dust of foreign plains.

[Dreamwoven]

This is the right time to dream of summer, the cold and dark, as we approach the winter solstice - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winter_solstice. yet the nostalgia for the English summer shines through, especially at the end...

[kiz_paws]

Quiet the fields of Camberley
In the dew wet dreaming dawn
Half light from the lazy sun
Wakes the Sunday summer morn
~
Munching cows, round eyed patient
Assemble at the milking sheds
Alarm clocks strident, ringing, calling
Reluctant bones from goose down beds
~
The electric driven orange milk van
Humming down the village street
“Lovely morning Mrs. Perkins”
“Nice one, see you later Pete”
~
Bouncing eggs in boiling saucepans
Brown the toast and coffee smells
Through the open kitchen windows
The pealing fall of distant bells
~
Red the peg tiled roofed pavilion
Flaky white the old sight screen
Farmer’s boy and country vicar
Play the game on village green
~
Tired eyes turn to English summers
Loved ones smiles and gentle rains
I curse the weight of pack and weapon
Taste the dust of foreign plains.
John, I loved this poem.
I saw those eggs bouncing, smelled the coffee.
And I ached for the one, who by remembering, was taken back home.
Bravo. :)