Sights and sounds

Bank Holiday Monday; time for some exercise.
S l o w was our progress, our road is so steep.
Smithers was struggling, stopping with painful sighs,
– Watching him suffer, I wanted to weep.

Eventually we got there and, crossing the Green,
We strolled to the bench which gives Smithers relief.
I left him there resting, enjoying the scene
While I and my camera checked each flower and leaf.

A lone honeysuckle, twisting round hawthorn,
Buttercups in thousands, faces shiny and bright,
Tall grasses waving, looking a bit forlorn,
Wild roses in hedgerows, a glorious sight.

Yes, many the sights and sounds, copses alive with song,
Merlin and I were agreed on that score.
I was enchanted, I knew Merlin wasn’t wrong
Blackcaps and wrens were around me, for sure.

Jenny, however, won’t show her face to me.
Neither will blackcap, though I looked high and low.
Search as I might, their location’s a mystery –
Back to the Green every day I must go!