Spring is not far away!

It is half-past eight on a quiet Sunday

As I sit eating my breakfast, listening and looking out,

Listening to Mozart’s divine Ave Verum and

Looking out across the fields and valley towards

Whitbarrow Scar which is in bright sunlight with

The last of the morning mist burned off.

The bird feeders close to the window are busy with

Blue Tits of all kinds and a wonderful

Goldfinch has just made a glorious appearance.

I just wonder what will appear next

I have to say to myself with all honesty

Why would I want to be anywhere else?

Like many, I have travelled the globe,

Living and seeing the north, south, east and west,

Sometimes staying for months and at other times

For years but never forgetting what I am.

I was born a south Lancashire man and

That is how I remain with my real home in the north.