Row upon row of hedges

Row upon row of hedges

billow into the distance,

like a pale sea in the clear mist

which smells of good young bayberries.

Trees and windmills

pose lightly on the delicate green

of the grass where the nimble colts

are frisking and stretching out.

Here in this Sunday dreaminess

are sheep frolicking too -

large ewes as gentle

as their soft white wool.

A moment ago, like a scroll unfurling,

a wave came rolling and breaking, a wave

of flute-like bells

in the milk-white sky.