From the mountains and the skies
the great Afon mystifies
its bubbling gurgling energy
delights us all creatively
From a rivulet in Snowdonia
to a graceful rollicking Estuary
into the sea and far away
loved by the fishes
who come to play
salmon and sea trout
flounder too
the whip of the rod
against the sky so blue
Artists working in stone
No mortar anywhere
Interlocking various slabs
Amazing work they share
Back breaking in the heat of day
Hammering away
Building up longevity
What else can one say
Two sensitive souls
Both gentle both feel
A creative brain
Natural and real
A love for each other
Respect which is true
Great love for family
Called a runt by ignorants
Picked up and smashed down
He was just a baby
That had never been to town
Man handled by some ruffian
Slammed down in the sty
Brains appear from out of each ear
And now we all know why
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Chasing a fox
Or teaching a hound
To chase after fox cubs
From off of wild ground
It’s against the Law
It’s awfully cruel
The Hunts should be banned
Should be banned should be banned.
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She was with me a while
As we struggled to be
Living together
In our mystery
The mountains of high born
The colours of light
I loved her I loved her
I loved her
Head down and think of England
A swans song in a way
Underneath the water
It’s like another day
Insect life and fishes
It just feels warmer there
Swanning this way and swanning that way
It’s just being more aware
Down through the ages
others before us
would have seen mountains
all orange and green
stone cottages smothered in ivy
no Internet
no Netflix no tv
what would they have seen
The sky the same colour
The air a bit cleaner
Waterfalls raindrops
And no by pass
just railways
no jets in the sky
and a hamlet
of
extraordinary beauty
And of exceptional class.
Great sensitivity
These splendid crabs
Packed up in plastic
And sold from warm slabs
In what is suffocation
Imagine the pain
And the frustration
As they struggle in vain
A haven of foam
She creates as a home
For her family of eggs
Architect
Wondrous design
Everything fine
Surveyed created and checked
They call it entertainment
It’s gambling with life
It’s betting on impossibles
And creating canine strife
Forcing dogs to run amok
It’s cruel in every way
Greyhounds we prolong the torture
Every single day.
The Labour Party hail an hearty
That’s the romance they process
As for what is truly happening
Wildlife and the planets stress
Is absolutely now neglected
Wildlife animation they
Only think about themselves
The rest of us of course we pay
Head back legs up
Mrs Roo
Takes a smacking
It’s a view
Australia can often see
They are at it
Obviously
Spread one’s weight
Remain sedate
An icy tum
A kind of numb
Energy
It’s kind of free
And safer
A serene Heron
Exercises
Complete control
As his soul rises
His beady eye
Can see the sky
The reflection
And the fish
Feel the ground under one’s feet
Taste the air with each heart beat
See the sky and be excited
Historically the soul delighted
Soak up all the natural wisdom
Genuine and beautiful
Dairy cows are put through hell
Every single day
Raped upon the rape rack
The calves stolen awayji
Three times it can happen
Until mothers are lame
A really frightening episode
And a truly dreadful shame
The Big Five Trophy Hunter
A youth who needs to know
Being caught at murdering
The wild souls now on show
A youngster with gun or two
Five Trophies on the ground
A truly nasty piece of work
12 years old and bound
For worse still
A barn out in Ottringham
thats in East Yorkshire
huge bales of straw
an electric fire
The inferno was rapid
the injuries dire
800 hosts with no where to go
roasted alive
Their screams as we know
despite the fire brigade
Six engines came
an aerial ladder
who was to blame
a terrible end
for these families
Yes they
burned to a crisp
perishing on Monday
Kidnap is a crime
Humanity the criminal
Baby cows are stolen
Each of them the result
Of rape imagine agony
What mothers do go through
And dairy is the reason
And all of this is true
Darkness then a glimpse into
A kind of cauldron as light flowed through
Conceivably one wonders why
Glastonbury doth rely
On magic on a wondrous Dawn
Even perhaps the Holy Thorn
The island of so long ago
And the spirit of the ebb and glow
Supermarket labels say
high welfare
how they pay
the chickens
often upside down
crammed in cages
I am no fan
of lying adverts
chickens who
lay upside down
thats what they do
moulting feathers
breathing badly
thrown together
always sadly
suffering
it’s what they do
pinched and squashed
all this is true
higher welfare
makes us feel they were kind to chickens
their life through
somehow appealing
for us to buy
a poor dead bird
who of course did die
tortured and battered
uncared for she
suffered every hour it’s true.
A joey we see
And a pinky perhaps
Two kinds of milk
I tell the chaps
Just do mot realise
W hat mums can do
When out in Oz
As a real kangaroo
Elephants in Thailand
Realise their size
Gets them into local shops
To steal that’s a surprise
Insurers wouldn’t contemplate
Such stories probably
But we see just how possible it is
Its true it’s hard to contemplate
The cruelty of those who feel
It’s right to torture animals
And neglect their real appeal
Carrying foreign tourists
Who kick and wobble so
I’m balancing the animals
The crush of love
An ele friend
Unaware
His weight
Just there
A human helper
Willingly
Welcomes the Ele
Painfully
The someone he approached
Apparently was able
To remove the tape upon its feet
It was no rhyme or fable
It had a mindset clearly
To trust the giant who
Somehow had the ability
To do what he wanted him to
A hedgehog. Cometh
A women with angelic thoughts
she cares for animals
she
wants to stop them being abused
marine mammals they be
captured and used for entertainment
profiting from their woe
in sea parks and aquariums
where many of them go
Orca’s Dolphins Porpoises
infamous places like Taiji
the Faroes and so many more
wildness doesn’t matter
for me I want nothing more
than leaving sharks and whales
alone
let them remain wild
this women now has banned the use
And why are they defiled
the President of Mexico
that is who she be
a scientist a caring thoughtful
women, clearly we
should love to hear her story
banning criminality
of capturing wild spirits
for the entertainment Industry.
Forsaken yes taken
Stolen disdainfully
Kneels with his quarry
The vilest of men is he
No wearier warrior
Is there but this
Beautiful Bobcat
Who brought so much bliss
Into our wild world
Heather runs and tufted glens
Lantern Pike it kind of sends
Our spirits up into the sky
As walkers of course we wonder why
Blessed with beauty day on day
The sky dips closer come what May
The beholder in us dares to see
That its a delightful place to be.
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.
