Idyll (To Vaughan-Williams soundtrack)

It is one of those days on a hillside

When the warm sun creates a hazy horizon

So distant hills and sky merge into one

Negative ions are abounding,

As is your sense of wellbeing

You lie down, your head against the sheep sheared grass

Two buzzards gyre and gyre across the sky

Lazily circling, a deceptive picture of peace

For these are deadly, feathered,

Search and destroy units

Mesmeric, relaxing images to you

Instant death to a ‘lesser’ being

And the skylarks are singing

And the grasshoppers are chirring

And, with a lump in your throat, you realise

In a moment’s personal epiphany

This is not some blue remembered nostalgia

But a realisation of what is now.