The wilderness untamed
The wildlife retained
Beyond the door
As I seek to explore
Snakes and all things exotic to I
Even deadly hornets in the sky
Never of nature have I been shy
Though I hail from the British isle
Never has nature ever riled
My wavered spirit
Paving the stirrup
And the helm
What lays in the ancient forest?
Seldom sweet scents I am sure
Wildlife benign and pure
Though the skulking shadows of the leaf
There will reside the snakes and beasts
For my flesh they must not feast
So I sit in the garden.
The tamed land were only frogs and butterfly's flop
Bees and wasps flutter a top
The occasional deadly hornet I spoke of
The lizards I talk of. Though yet is there to be a snake
At the side of my home stake
Summer comes soon when the snakes descend from the wild wilderness
Bitterness is never held like the venom in themselves.
Wealth of nature I wish to delve.
Though I sit in the garden.
Then comes night
And the howls are quite a fright
But at least I am not victim to the snake bite.
Sitting in the garden.