Glistening Fronds Poem by Chris Goss

Oh for the glistening fronds of early grass
The glistening roof of cars and there mirrors
The ruined old castle weathered by master time
The river meandering bending the mirror
The swans bobbing on water or wading grass
The helpful style marking another mile
The country house named 'Eastleigh'
The staggered house banking the river
Of course the birdies musically harmonic
The clouds wispy gracing the sky
The sun declining it's autumn shroud
Of this poem I am happily with pride
It is such a wonderful day, so happy inside
It is a treat many many tried