Category Archives: Forests and wild places

Who will be the survivors in the long run.?

North of the Niger River An ancient city stands The capital of Mali Timbuktu whose lands Are on the Sahara fringes Where barren wilderness The land of the Tuoreg Where the heat can stress A land ofcourse where camels ply … Continue reading

Rosemary Bush

Pretty little lilac coloured rosemary In bloom A certainty and sureness Reliably in tune With April’s attestation And natures testimony Clusters of persuasion And infallibility. A myriad of splendour Unequivocally Dancing in the early breeze Its how it has to … Continue reading

A poem for a twitter friend from Avalon

The woods have many varied splendours Hiding in the shadows where Foxes and badgers voles and shrews And even the illusive Hare Whose magick is all supposing Bestower of such light Whose ebulliance and affection Can be observed at night … Continue reading

In the throes

In the throes of everywhere Below the tree line we The little folk Are living Its where we like to be In the flowery litter And the waters edge where we Can scuttle here And scuttle there In perpetuity Among … Continue reading

The Ash Tree Celtic tree of now 18/2-17/3

The Ash grabs all the light It can Its pinnate leaves Provide a plan A dampish base A lime rich soil Whether Oak or Ash It seems to boil Down to Ash when the liming Grows Where Dogwood and Privet … Continue reading

Hunted by cowards

Underived and archetypal Idiosyncratic they Imcomparable individuals In almost every way Elusive and nocturnal His footprints made to fool A heel bar it is always there The hairy pads that call Out to would be trackers The terrier men of … Continue reading

They walk in our midst

Theres and unsightly hideousness Sharing our spaces Their countenance countrified Forbidding faces Land owners farmers Bumpkins maybe The rustic the caustic Bloodlusting they be Throwbacks to an age Medieval before People took heed of the ways Of the law Respect … Continue reading

Our precious FOX and the lousy huntsmen

The quad bike gang The terrier men Who have their work to do To have a go at the saboteurs a proper clueless crew Often they have a terrier A shovel and a spade They open gates and close them … Continue reading

“Foxy”

Close to where I live Wild foxes like to roam Quite close to Berkhamsted castle Clearly they are at home Beautiful wee wild folk The most curious of souls Secretive and timid They have taken to their roles Quietly in … Continue reading