Category Archives: Ashridge

The Liberals

It’s only the Liberals If seems to me Prepared to put in the energy A guy called Mr Amory came to house And caringly Waited as I welcomed him, he Was a pleasant man I do agree In Berkhamsted town … Continue reading

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Badgers 2

Bruin and Brock A wild soul indeed In the forest they build Great families so pay heed To their homes in our country And what though don’t do Pass TB to cattle The unnatural few Cows milked like crazy Fed … Continue reading

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Wild foxes

Hundreds of descriptive odes come to mind Of the wise wily fellow Who does purposefully dine In a covey of hens In a ramshackle coop Clucking for England Making sense as they troop Seemingly actively chatting away The barbed wire … Continue reading

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Blue bell time

The forest rings out Merrily It’s gentle melody Communicating spring time Through the woods we see Into the forests eerieness True Indigo and woad Lapis lazuli thrillingly Lightening our load With Great sheaths of dancing blueness Carpeting from afar Startling … Continue reading

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Ashridge

A wallowing wandering tree Before me Clusters of branches Spread adoringly Basking in winter light The be The test of time dramatically A windless day A leaning trunk Splayed and remarkable It’s great roots sunk Deep in the loam Mossy … Continue reading

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Locked out of my house

Locked out of my house It’s A Saturday Been looking at houses Something to see With my sad legs It’s not easy for me But the suns out this morning And in Ashridge I be Watching couples with hounds Park … Continue reading

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Our wild life

It’s tragic in so many ways That some folk do believe They have the right to kill wildlife Seemingly to achieve A sterile place for their businesses Badgers they must go Foxes they are vermin Squirrels too, high Ho Weasels … Continue reading

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Snowdrops

Wild lying dormant Under the earth Bulbs full of energy A forthcoming birth Despite the winter The frost and the snow Time creates life force It’s there below Christmas has passed Boxing Day too The new year is coming A … Continue reading

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9th december

A tumultuous sky A layering blue It’s as if there is fire It feels colder too Fancy being a wild deer Who looks At the sky a wandering view As jack with his frost Is earnestly Decking the tree tops … Continue reading

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Saboteurs are never thuggery

That is not thuggery They r the angels You sir r mistaken Too much skullduggery Fox hunting criminals Mendacious lying Torturing wildlife We c them dying Foxes & badgers & beautiful hares Law breaking scumbags The illusion that scares All … Continue reading

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WildnessvSuburbia

Those people wanting to live Out in the forested climes well they Feel the need to breathe the wildness They move closer to the day When wildness shares their garden The Deer The Squirrel who The fox and perhaps the … Continue reading

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Tonight

Tonight an azure sky The sun has a smile on its face I would say The coppery leaves glisten The cherry pea green coloured leaves drooping Some kind of dirge The day has been blustery north winds were blowing Sea … Continue reading

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Donkey magic

A little donkey In the forest Cocks his head and Says hello Surely he is magical With the fae He loves to go To palaces and Caves where innocence Is situated he With his little smiling face Encourages us to … Continue reading

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Fox hunting scum bags

Scumbags thats the name I call them Foxes Hares and Deers Beautiful little creatures Between them gallons of tears Horses suffer whipped and kicked Dogs a frightful case The countryside the anguish The actual lack of vision The prejudice and … Continue reading

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Bluebells

Hertfordshires bluebells beautiful blue That have risen to form a misting to woo Hearts and minds everywhere a brimstone sea Risen in April let us all be Excited to fathom out the real desire The woods are alive with a … Continue reading

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Gorse

From April to May Gorse gets away Right up till June It’s abundance we see Rich golden blossoms Pure tranquillity Grows on the edges On spikey green Jam packed with nectar Bee’s and Butterflies Wean themselves all that sweetness Drives … Continue reading

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Pink Floyd be inspired

Weaving winding wild expressions Searing mindful dark regressions Soaring upwards soaring sideways Silent missions to the moon Voices coming wildness numbing Spirit moving sort of grooving Someone soon Waves us on to higher pastures Drags us through a forest glen … Continue reading

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Muncjacs or rib faced deer

What fate holds in store For the Muntjac Who lives out in Ashridge today Mostly on the outskirts Having been brought from China A bit of a loner I’d say Bucks 18 kilos Does 16 kilos Living 10 to 13 … Continue reading

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Dream state with Claudia

The forest a great meeting place, in the night All sorts of real friends find a true light On humanities evil such darkness spreads far Horrors of hunters and trappers who star In a movie of madness of tragic descent … Continue reading

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Signature in spirit

Don’t talk to me of bush blindness A stag came back to make It’s point to anoint To share and just to rake Head down it scraped my bodywork Left it’s signature And I Purposefully felt it’s pain A reminder … Continue reading

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Samhain Eve

An expanse of water A brake on skill and speed A fountain so elusive Unable to read The haughty struggling forest Silhouettes in black Taking all the anger And what is a real attack

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Samhain Eve

There is nothing nice about them A rather curious breed Women in a middle age Wanting 2succeed Wrapped up looking bulky Clad in coats of wrath Riding high upon a steed They take the high path Hunting &their prowess 4Reynard … Continue reading

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Ashridge

Elderflowers Nettles and Holly a hollow in Ashridge where I parked in the sunshine for falafel and salad Woodland flower  mushrooms an eye on the wild  lifeThe Bees, and the Hovers Butterflies Moths In true flight glistening Holly lost in … Continue reading

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Dandelion troopers

The Dandelion Troopers roaring their way Through Northcurch close to the old Tudor .house hard fast to the High Street the forest lies dormant daffodils nodding the rickety fence with the laurels   all green And the tips of the … Continue reading

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Ashridge Forest and its wild deer

Commons and chalk downland A green and forested wood Fallow Deers are wild they are 500 acres should Be the draw for city dwellers From London and we know For The beeches and the many types of trees There are … Continue reading

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