What beauty there is in open spaces
Nothing man made about the moons 4 phases
Silhouetted baron trees against blue sky
Sullen echoes from a cuckoos cry
Green fields and wooden fences
Casting shadows as dusk commences
Englands lands under lovers stars
Sharing nature, which is ours
In a place, which has no human, faces
What beauty there is in open spaces.
2008: Taken from my new collection of poems 'The Brightraven Chronicles'