Dewi

To apply oneself

to a task in hand

on a Wintry day

is to understand

an unremitting and exhausting

day

both a  burdening and exhausting

way

 

demolish some steps

in a garden site

replace with dry stone

and hand rail

at a height

of painstaking labour

to apply his skill

clad in heavy oil skin

His  true treadmill

 

moving heaven and earth

in the icy rain

all his true endeavours

none in vain

creating from what

had been built before

into perfection

and what is more

it was carried out

in a heartfelt way

with might and main

he saved my day

 

he cared enough

Despite the pain  put into the task

in the pouring rain

A neighbourly friend

on a higher plain

Spadework  and legwork

again and again

 

sweat and tears

a fearsome chore

and he never stopped

he, from next door

 

I am disabled

old and grey

Dewi is special in every way

Uphill and hard fought

He can allay

tedium, he just carries on through

the promise made

he is good and true

 

willing and ready

to see stuff through

an action man in reality

a crusader in fact

in his wish to be

a dry stone waller

a skill set He

carries out

extraordinarily

 

innovative labour

valiant and true

Leaving no stone un turned

his groundwork in view

great preparation

Qualified He

keyed up and psyched up

and now purposefully

 

delivered the goods

in his artistic way

an object of beauty

Happened today

 

handrails to aid me

Exceptional skill

well prepared and practised

And with his will

and endeavour to please

All done in a morning

With consummate ease

 

safety was key

in his minds eye today

What had seemed a hazard

had been brushed away

awake and willing

to help me

today

and now I have a garden

i can reach

and a way

 

to make

The landscaping

better by far

in my little world

Dewi Thomas is a  Star

He supports

he protects

a benevolent soul

he walks his talk

he is in control

astounds with his skill set

His noteworthy design

peerless and eminent

this Dear  friend of mine

 

Dewi Thomas   Master  Dry Waller and all around

angel.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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All Sab’s are hero’s

NDHunt Sabs built with grit
And courage all the way
Up against the frightful cowards
Young stags their wish to slay
Chasing torturing babies
That’s what they are doing
And they wouldn’t be out there
If I had my way

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Farmers

Torturers teaching torturers
That’s the mindset here
Not a smidgeon of empathy
Or compassion
Or of fear
Openly they answer
By telling us that they
Get the cow whose suffering
To move out of the way

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The cantankerous insensitive or fox hunters as they prefer to be called

He smacked a horse in the head he does
A bloody thug he gets a buzz
Threatening an innocent soul
Ensuring he is in control
A hunting man
Clad in his gear
After wild foxes so I hear
Breaking the law
He thinks that he
Can treat his horse abominably

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Johann

Thank you Johann
What you have done
Is something beautiful
Like a real sun
Gleaming from a peaceful sky
Re balancing all souls that cry
For Nature and the many birds
And animals all lost for words

Thank you

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Mother

Loving our mothers
The ultimate gift
She carried us
As we developed
Each lift
Was hers
And she fed us
And birthed us and we
Profoundly love
Unbelievably
Because of her

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Wolves

Wolves don’t need humans
Their college of learning
Is burned into their souls
It’s always concerning
Nature they dwell in its depths
Everyday
Wolves are the soul urge
The break of each day
Wolves chase the weak
And remain strong
Family is everything
Family

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Simon on a high

A lone figure strides away

over icy hillocks

Enjoying his  day

The biting wind

a hop a skip

he unpacks his tent awhile

fixing it against the wind

inside a man with style

 

it really does feel violent

830 metres above the sea

in English “frogs leg” it be called

in 1957 a Canberra crashed

and all around is the debris

 

out of the wind  this amazing man

should have his dinner here

in his mountain camp

where fear

and cold and ice

and loneliness assured

to sleep the dream

And not be ignored.

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Simon the bloke in the Woods

Simon the bloke

Snowdonia’s man

extreme wind and blizzards

that’s  his  plan

 

as fit as can be

on the mountains we see

a diminutive figure alone

gloved up and trousered

sloshing along

gets out his stove

sardines and noodles

does belong

 

fortified, he goes on his way

to the highest lake

on this Wintry day

built of sterner stuff He be

Earth and sky

And Infinity.

 

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Sean

Dear  Sean came by

this morning

he empties my bins , a soul

offering up his early morning smiles

its just a role

he plays in life,

part of  Dear  Snowdonia

a  charming lad

driving up here cheerily

and to see him

I am  just glad.

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Scintillation

The wind and the lights

its one of those nights

rain on the window

gives an impression

a circular vision

a sort of inversion

Dolgellau i see

the Moelwyns are sleeping

the forests unseen

As  the old Bard sits peeping

Just having been

out by the Afon Babi forest.

 

Continue reading

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A mother cries perhaps for ever

The balance sheet
Is all he ever thinks about alas
Calves are being thrown away
It’s being done en masse
A mother pines forever
This heartless sod won’t care
He will never be aware

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Killing wild foxes

Killing wild foxes

with hounds in a hunt

get government handouts

its

seems it’s a punt

exemptions and benefits

a kind of crude

Stunt

 

thousands and thousands

from councils, from subsidies

it makes no difference  criminals they

make it frightfully obvious

trailing and scaling and  getting away

farming grants  rates relief

law breaking happening

clad in their gear rosettes and dosh

fighting off sab’s

it just doesn’t wash.

 

 

Saboteurs  following

The hound’s  are wallowing

The bigger hunts

money from government

its one big shame

some of them torturing foxes

their game

snooty as ever

they carry on

dressed up to kill

hunting at will

getting away with it

Through wood over hill

arrogance bloated they are

and they seek

to chase our fine foxes

and grab loads of cash

whilst the warrior saboteurs

bloody well dash

around the countryside

knowing the score

we have a statute

and yes at war

with toffs getting hand outs

government backed

despite the laws  this is a fact

These hunts are evil

They break the law

They get the big nod

and the sabs they ignore

 

blood sports are ugly

blood sports are wrong

we all know it’s happening

and it doesn’t belong

On our land where true history

knows what it’s about

we must crack the whip

let no huntsman flout

the laws of this land

let councils admit

handouts and funding

it should never sit

anywhere really

obfuscation we see

we hear it we fear it

it’s out there we be

getting the F O I’s

clearly many say

and prove that some big hunts

are getting their way

 

even the criminals

Going to court

are still getting funding

for what is blood sport

murdering chasing torturing they

clad in their regalia

are getting away

with public funding

non nod wink wink

even the cops seem to turn a blind eye

thousands and thousands of

our money lie

in the coffers of bandits

killing the wild

Leaving them panting

and sadly defiled.

 

FOXES  HARES DEERS WILD BIRDS DEATHS

anyone funding them for whatever reason

needs exposing and stopping forthwith.

 

 

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Afon Babi

The gloriousness  of Autumn,  leaves

the ultimate of hues

the flush and blush of gold

enobled

by Nature’s realm of old

sulphur tinged,  Birch yellow

apricot tangerine

November’s cooling influence

that brings forth this wondrous scene

 

 

the wildness of the water

Afon Babi, cries

gurgles smashing onwards

foamy spumy froth

A creamy alabaster and an almost

boiling broth

the energy of Winters bite

the pulsation of it all

you can hear it

you can feel it

you can see

The ebb and fall

A progeny of action

spawned of the mountain side

a true force to contend with

onlookers may  wish to hide

feeling frightened by the turbulence

bubbling deep in their inside.

 

 

 

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Animals

It’s frighteningly obvious to those of us who know
The way farms treat their animals
Helping them to grow
On lots of toxic substances
Pesticides galore
Herbicides so horrible
Out there we are at war
With Nature
Dairy screams and I
Know first hand how many
Young Souls sadly die
Long before their true age
Shackled and broken they
Victims of the Meat Trade
In essence fade away

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Llwybr Darganfod. gardd y Goedwig

The ability route

and the easy route

different paths to try

Birch and Beech

and Douglas Fir

whose great trunks reach the sky

Hari  rides his track bike

up and over he

is only four but is very sure

he can motor effortlessly

reaching the North East Corner

of the forest

what we found

is a wooden bridge

across the Afon  Babi

and the sound

of wildness from the water

Crashing over rocks

Imagine tiddlers  leaping

and taking all those knocks

Llanfachreth and it’s tall Pines

a cacophony

Treading over fallen leaves

some were slippery

deciding to take the harder

path

around the ability route

relatively easy going up

but coming down

twas absolute

tricky sliding occasionally

into tortoise mode

and the colours of the fallen leaves

worthy of this ode

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Dewi said he would fetch me at 3.30pm

In many ways

To be going out

on a Saturday afternoon

something I hadn’t planned

to do

still and opportune

a bluish sky

some sunlit cloud

Autumnal colours to the fore

Sun kissed Birch and tree tops

all part of the natural Law

witness to the reds and ochres

serenity aligned

heading towards the mountain tops

magically designed

varying colourful strata’s

a postcard of a place

a gentle breeze apparent

in tune with a Wintry face

I am going to take a walk

with friends

something good to do

out in the air

to briskly share

some soft rain

glistening through

the bushes near my window

Diadems of light

the old leaves

hanging on  for dear life

as if it was their right.

 

 

 

 

 

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Poor old Ostriches

British Columbia  an Ostrich Farm

hundreds of birds

are going to be

murdered  poor souls

the courts word is CULLED

for who the bell tolls

Bird  flue apparently

has seemingly

cut down a few birds

and so it seems has to be

the courts bloody ruling

shoot everyone

or break their necks

its what they’ve done

a lass Katie Pasitney

crying

she like us here,  thinks the court

have  got little  idea

about life

sedative drugs and a blood thirsty kill

avian FLU and the worse type of  strife.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Animal friendship

When the Squirrel Fell, New Friends Came to Help youtube.com/shorts/GM5oJYC… via @YouTube
Deliverance
Retrieval
From potentially deaths door
Poor little squirrel
Wanted much more
Than a broken back falling out of the tree
That cat heartbroken
As much as could be

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Laike

The vile unconcern

of the space agists soul

allocating a dog

from the streets

in a role

of being shot into

the Moscow sky

in a tiny capsule

where she would die

an emotional beast

thin skinned and alone

an affectionate mut

from the emotional zone

somewhat excited

by the attention that day

being fired into space

on a excessive foray

the technicians deciding

soonest she’d Be

blown into pieces

Abominably

Their unconcern

unconscious it would seem

to the very last

breath

of what was their dream

 

 

 

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Laike

Imagine it’s innocence
Emotionally
It was susceptible
Inactivity
Lost on the street
In Moscow that day
Science apparent
Stole her away
Strapped into a space craft
And fired into the sky
With no return ticket
Just martyrdom

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Laika the little dog shot into space

A little soul found on the street
Plucked like that
Not at all discreet
One minute humanity seemed to care
Then suddenly whisked away so there
Off in space ship to god knows where
Laika in some despair
Fired into space and blown apart
This angelic soul with the kindest heart

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Cows are very sensitive to internal medicine

Cows locked up in dirty barns
Fed on god knows what
Their innate choice of herbage
Now they haven’t got
All sorts of shit and chemicals
Fed to females who
Are sensitively active
And suppressed like hell it’s true

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Cows are females why can’t consumers realise this

Cows locked up in dirty barns
Fed on god knows what
Their innate choice of herbage
Now they haven’t got
All sorts of shit and chemicals
Fed to females who
Are sensitively active
And suppressed like hell it’s true

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Bulls tied to a post and beaten to death So called bull fighting

Heartache and suffering
We can see
And we can feel it obviously
Angst and anguish
Purgatory
This amazing beast
Is mournfully
Indisposed and suffering so
Tears of blood
As well we know

 

 

victims of bull fighting  and bull running

 

 

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A pork chop with the addition of a cyst

A great fat cyst with chips oh dear
The poor young pig Twas very clear
Lived it’s cruel life in a crate
With food thrown at it
Who would wait
These poor young souls
Tortured all day
Knocked about
And made to pay

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Pigs have no sweat glands and should be treated with care

Pigs live clean lives
What they need
Is not to get over heated indeed
They have no sweat glands
They need fresh air
Not confined in shit holes
Everywhere
Human carers are anything but
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Making pigs exist in crates

For farmers to do this
To pigs in these crates
Simply to save space
It does it rates
The farmer as evil
Vile and unfair
Deliberately cruel
And so unaware
Hurt harmed and messed up
A verminous state.

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No more

When I’m no more

where will I be

dust in some urn

not able to see

my home

all the hard work

my  dear Friend

just gone

Thrown over the mountains

or just sprinkled upon

 

I cry in my soul

as each day passes by

and my journey ends

so upset am I

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A baby born prematurely

A baby is wasted
Creatively
Entered the world
Of true adversity
On the vile carousel
A baby did cry
A mother in pain
That baby will die
Sooner than it’s mother
Born in the wrong place
It was raped by a farm hand
What a disgrace
Breathing the air
The stench of the barn
Backs into the darkness
A sick awful yarn
Before our eyes
A baby in need
A mother in agony

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