Evening Walk

After the Harvest  2013 above and The view this morning 13.7.14

Distant view
of trees and pastures
now obscured by waving maize.

Remote hum
of main road motors
muffled by beloved birdsong .

Inaccessible roughness
of thick bark on oak trunk
untouchable high above the bank.

Sweet flavour
of luscious blackberries
lingers long on my grassy walk.

Insistent perfume
transports rosy thoughts
from some secluded garden.

This is my feeble attempt for Day 13  at Creative Bloomings Camp challenge :
The prompt: “Again we’re on the nature trail. Your senses are bombarded and you experience each one. Write to your senses as we walk the trail. What are the scents? Scenes? What do you hear? Write your poem in five stanzas highlighting your walk through Mother Nature’s playground one sense at a time.”