THE HEDGEROW'S SHRILL
In quietness of time
near waters edge
the day with songs
and love to pledge
past like shadows
over serene hills
of sweet hedgerow's
broken shrill.
To find life's gentle space,
to celebrate life's simple grace
is to earth and friend
like road's bend
amongst more hedgerows still.
Across fertile valley
ploughed and new
we walk with spring
just numbered two
A distant hill
knowing still
good life exists beyond
the hedgerow's shrill.
Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good. Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves. Never be lackin