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Wednesday, 21 April 2021

Bluebell Woods


Strolling through the English woods with respect,
The magpie like a spy in respite watches intently through its specs,
Silver birch growing high to form a canopy in the sky,
A carpet of bluebells cover the ground, 
In this ancient woodland to be found,
With tales of witches thimbles and cuckoo boots,
With fairies playing tunes as they dart about,
Summoned to a woodland gathering because there is a stranger about,

Wednesday, 14 April 2021

Stag of the Night


A Hart is lit by the New Moon light,
A guiding light in the dark of the night,
With drifting clouds floating on the air,
With twinkling stars sharing the sky,
A high land traveller the Monarch of the Glen,
Regal in his right the Stag of the Night.

 

Tuesday, 13 April 2021

The Little Drummer Boy of War

Drum, drum, drum,
Rat a tat, tat,
The little boy made the tune with his little wooden sticks,
Men marched forward,
For death or glory,
As the little drummer boy beat the drums of war,
To herald the call,
Do not let the standard bearer fall....

Sunday, 11 April 2021

A Fragile Stand


Standing tall but a fragile thing,
Vulnerable and open to the wind,
Healing from the emotional pain,
Surviving from the challenges and difficulties we all know about,
Just close your eyes and make a wish as you blow on the dandelion fluff,
Away it goes,
To grow in the fields of dreams,

Saturday, 10 April 2021

Windows


To look through the windows with open eyes,

To look upon the land and at the blue in the skies,

To feel the golden rays bringing warmth to the skin,

To walk in the footsteps of those that have been,

To feel the gentle breeze and listen to the sounds,

With birds singing choruses from niches in the wall,

With other little rodents running to explore,





 

November Rain

Gusting winds, November rain, Then the snow , Leaves come drifting down, To fall on woodland floors, Carpeting the ground in layers, Where ...