of birds and cows on a fine May evening
to reach the estuary:
sunset clouds transforming placid water
as if it were aflame.
A small boat was moored, I watched the ducks drift,
the tranquil scene giving my soul a lift,
gentle ripples and far from crowds
just the obligatory dog-walkers
as I admired bluebells on the verdant shore.
A mound was all that remained
of a wooden 12th Century Norman castle
yet I pictured it in days long gone by
as I relaxed...under a sunset sky