Category Archives: Forests and wild places

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

New years day ( a coming together of emotions)

A battle ground Awaits the eyes Of those who would be wild Ashridge in the present Witnessing this child Absent for a lifetime Whilst being hurled in flight The baying hounds In essence Clearly now in sight A new year … Continue reading

Deer in a forest from a hunters perspective

A mortal span A fleeting glance Eternity Could be a chance An unearthly hour How untimely Its in the cards Its what we do The deer may see May feel may need Some sweetness If he does succeed His randomness … Continue reading

Deer in a forest

Fealness actuality Its not a dream for you or me A forest in the mark of Dawn A deer feeds in the early morn The light exists Enduringly With His grounded form He sparingly Comes to be And freely leaps … Continue reading

Ashridge and Hares

Sleepy trees And fly agaric Toadstools Puffballs Frosted fern Shadows creeping Spiders peeping Hunting fills me With concern the National Trust Have given credence To the Hunters And the Hare Hare today And gone tomorrow Soon Hares wont be anywhere

Ashridge Protest 9/12/2018

The monument bathed in sunlight The air was crisp and we The protectors of the wild ones Came out to stand and be Messengers to the many Passing by who might Forget that in these glorious woods The wild souls … Continue reading

The Hunt and the role of the sabs

Despite the law Despite the will The red fox gets no break Trained foxhounds And the riders Track chase and partake The killing of the red fox A controversial way Its supposedly rural culture Thats what the toffs all say … Continue reading