The end of yet another week
it’s been cold for the month of May 
A cruel mix of hail, rain, and snow
the skies mostly cloudy and grey

The weekend is now upon us 
and the sky is sunny and bright 
We enjoy a long evening walk
early evening on Friday night 
 
We cross over the old stone bridge
the shallow brook calm, still and clear
Curious young lambs take a drink
distant birdsong is all we hear

The sun feels warm on our face 
shining bright in cloudless blue sky 
The tranquillity is broken 
an oyster catcher screeches by