Poems written by Peter Gibbs over 60 years, inspired by romance, travel, the beauty of nature, emotions and family and friends - peterspoetry.co.uk 

Dial Hill Birdsong

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On crest of sunny Dial Hill

A Sunday morn in May

A myriad of birdsong

To greet the coming day

Mistle thrush and blackbird

Harsh jay and wee goldcrest

Blackcap, wren and great tit

Mingle with the rest

Of calls across the hillside

Enticing some a mate

While others sing the joy of life

Here to celebrate

Beneath part-painted trig point

More sounds to fill the air

The putter of the mower

Down on cricket square

Misty distant Mendips

Beyond the traffic hum

Hint at rising temperatures

And summer warmth to come.

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