There is light on the mountains
hugging the summit
a truly white space
grey and blue in our face
a stillness we feel
the dragon roared loudly
it did feel so real
great chunks of grey
more wind on its way
the darkness is coming
the thunder was numbing
dolgellau was hiding
few lights could we see
a stillness before the storm
it feels like to me
A pea souper sky
stair rods from on high
hitting my decking
no word of a lie
A waterfall cascading
out of my yard
into the track
and it’s coming down hard
The apple trees loaded
ice crystals still
lying in the grass
the wind it’s so shrill
the thunder, the anger
theres light in the sky
rain on the skylight
its coming from high
Dolgellau is feeling it
Moelwynion looks clear
looming out of the wet mist
Lightening and fear,
crescendo
great cracking, anger we hear
its gone very still
more lightening we see
the storms overhead
it’s rumbling free
Wind being drawn
the mountain is leaving
being swollen by mist
its now all believing.
an ugly fist
we have had the eclipse
great drum rolls we hear
the house hears the rumbling
honest the fear
Resembles a roaring
a monster like fire
The Molwyns
bare witness
to the Welsh Dragons ire
It’s true life is precious
Even a snail
That carries its house
And creates its own trail
It’s rather dynamic directional too
It twists and it turns
And it knows what to do.
Wild monkeys trapped and crucified
By experimentation,they
Humanity the corporates
This dears they display
Evil vile degeneration
It’s indeed a front
Against the beautiful innocence
Insensitive arrogance
Selfish impossible
Thoughtless evidently
Humanity stinks
How cruel to have done this
A goat too it understands
What it’s vile human
Is doing
An albino baboon
Shot down in cold blood
By an arrogant ignorant
With the brain of a spud
A beautiful being
Godly and true
Photographed tragically
And seen by me and you
And everyone else
Today close up
i met and touched the Douglas Fir
in the family it’s the tallest
so we hear
brought to the United Kingdom
in 1827
By a botanist one David Douglas
a tree that loves the rain
where it’s in its Heaven
and it’s energy did gain
a softwood bearing cones
pollinated by the wind
Can reach 120 feet
a deeply furrowed bark
it gives off so much oxygen
and Wherever it grows
it leaves it’s mark.
a giant to be close to them
And stand on the same ground
can actually live a thousand years
6 to 800 normally
squirrels, martens, finches
birds of prey
Up against them is to see
miracles everyday.
every Douglas Fir we see
up close let’s kneel and pray.
giving thanks appreciating
everyone in every way.
The Mawddach and Eden rivers
are truly covered by
a gentle ride with family
its flat and worth a try
from the car park
a gentle upward path
flanked by ancient trees
huge great Douglas Firs
energy to appease
those where stress is prevalent
where the river softly flows
over rocks white waters
The Goblin Trail
who knows
peacefulness personified
a grotto of believing
Calming taste the oxygen
So utterly relieving
Five miles north of Dolgellau
on the road to Porthmadog
the Forest of Kings awaits us
its Douglas Firs
Agog
With their Energy colossal
each trying to reach the sky
huge great trunks clearly at peace
with the forestry on high
night time draws the wild Deer
amongst The roots and cones
a marvellous soup of peacefulness
And a soreness in my bones
That takes me along a weaving path
Looking down on the Mawddach who
Carries its magical eddies before her
its what all rivers do
a man and his spaniel walking
tossing a stick we saw
his dog a plunging repeatedly
clearly very sure
fetching the stick and playfully
bringing it back with ease
all this done in a moment
In the company of the trees.
a foretaste and a certainty
an enlivening display
a catalyst before us
on this quiet Sunday
a gratitude of Nature
an appreciative I’d say
a positive resolution
to the humblest today
uninterrupted and ever flowing
to the sea not far away
Storm clouds in the distance
a pulverising sound
of lorries on the by pass
possibly Liverpool bound.
A crescendo of emotion
Hit me rather hard
A bitter wind cajoled me
I was kind of jarred
By September acting crazily
The sky above so dark
St Michael’s Tower absorbing
And in me left it’s mark
Saturday morning
bright and early
Kenneth’s Kia
Came to be
a smiling face
and there he was
he thought that he had woken me
But was here on time
“what can I do”
shelves to remove
screw after screw
a toilet seat
in pedunculate oak
carried two wardrobes
yea no joke
took them apart
recycling done with immense care
kenneth works speedily
caringly, thoughtfully
cleans up afterwards
so aware
I am glad he came
a prudent tradesman
personable and competent
he carried the work out
beautifully
i am disabled
Kenneth saw
how difficult it was
opening a door
into the cellar
and immediately
made me a step
recycling, He
is an amiable soul
such alacrity He
did all I expected
and so perfectly.
from the wardrobes he
made a recycling unit
to fit in my kitchen
a talented man
coming to Wales
and meeting with Kenneth
i just have to say
I am a fan.
Thank you My Builder
Crying like a baby
In public frantically
Something has upset her
And, it’s upset me
Seeing a labouring chancellor
Tearful as can be
A 22 million black hole
That’s now doubled seemingly
A calf on its own
Transported away
It’s mother knows kidnap
Knows how she must pay
The milk she has made with gods help
We have stole
To make into custard
Pimpa poor soul imprisoned so long
Chained by the neck
Of course that was wrong
Chained by the feet an innocent who
Was captured by man it’s what arse oles do
Brain dead utterly arrogant too
Ignorant they ought to be in the zoo
the key thrown away
and left there to rot
mahouts are senseless
empathetic they are not
Humans harm humans
Men harming men
Men harming women
And children well when
Will they ever start loving each other
For we
When we love truly love
Happier we cannot be
A rusty old ship
No water around
tossed here and there
Middle East bound
Many are suffering
Squashed maybe so
Injured and broken
Many due as we know
Mothers and children
That’s what they are
Transported from farms
In hot trucks very far
Loaded onto boats
No better than sacks
Of dusty old spuds
Excrement on their backs
Suffering trauma
Sea crossings can harm
It’s death on arrival
Unlike shearers and farmers of wool
Sensitivity it does spill
Out of the animals treated so badly
Frightened to death manhandled sadly
Sheep are peculiar in many ways
They care and they share
And are worthy of praise
It had to be
A chicken farm
The stench was guaranteed
Thousands of screeching unhappy birds
Learning how to bleed
How could this ever be on the cards
A furious domain
in bred in their philosophy
It’s what they think and do
The under dogs will always suffer
Really all life through
There are no excuses
The whimpering we hear
Is honest to goodness happening
In every eye a tear
Wets
Best part of it
As the sun begins to set
the towns roofs remarkably
twinkle from the mountain tops
the old town marvellously
is illuminated
the white walls
and grey stone
nestled in the valley
this place has been known
for centuries the wool trade
the hides and then the way
fat collected from the sheep
they made candles with
to say
this little town is gorgeous
so many listed places
surrounded by the river
the mountains and the forces
the forests
all those Douglas Firs
and genuine Christmas Trees
a live market on Fridays
independent shops
tourism the common thread
just pull out all the stops
to see this wonderful sunset
the blue skies giving way
to what truly is a September song
Dolgellau land of the fey
It figures that there are
Remnants of females in the fig
Floral pollination
The wasps are truly big
On organising pollen grabs
It’s not just the Bee
Thousands of years of miraculous work
And the parasitoids agree
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It’s not just🐝 that pollinate🦟🦟 they do it too
Often they are forgotten
A shame I say it’s true
The wind, the birds the bats
And wasps all of them work hard
Managing pollination
listen to the bard
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Face off
Leap into the unknown
Fly like a feather flies
The greatest treat for our precious eyes
Base jumping
Heart thumping
They don’t use painkillers
Because they cost money
The calf that’s a baby
It’s disposition is Sunny
Trusting thoughtful
Then comes the pain
Exacted by humans
Again and again
Passing on knowledge
Sharing it all
Wisdom is wonderful
Being on call
In the forest at grafting
Sensationally
This tip is progressive
Consequently
Thanks a bundle x
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.
