Category Archives: A country tale

Sara’s Gold

Rainbow colours Pots of gold Love and life So I am told Hooded figures Snake skin skies Hooded lady Realise Your worth

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Shooting from darkly hides

Our feathered friends Delight us so Birds of a feather Should never go With the thrust of cordite The lead of soul Standing in hides The cowards we know Rich of pocket Heartless fools Whose blood and guts Taint Countless … Continue reading

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Watendlath

Just look here in a soft repose and lets  create a solution  for the solace and that criss  cross gate a dry stone implementation a constancy  of soul covered with  such greenery it be the mothers role to beautify and … Continue reading

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8.30pm Dolgellau

There’s a warmth in the clouds almost a smile Dolgellau’s at peace It seems for a while a stillness of plant life the mountains they doze light and composure even a rose At the head of my gate as pink … Continue reading

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LLYN CYNWCH

Where the brown trout and the sea trout come to feed along the way. where mountains gaze and touch the sky every single day the solitude and  tranquillity Nature at its best the tall trees in the local woods their … Continue reading

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Ten minutes from Dolgellau

Massive Pines straight to the sky sharing the light as we drive by   rocks and white water splash and teem ancient root stocks scuff and cream   over the bridge where. The brown trout seemingly panning goes   on … Continue reading

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Two apples

It’s a bright and clear evening the bushes are sparkling sunlit and wonderful   i thought that I would go up to the terrace and pick me an apple one with a rosy bloom   juicy and sweet the suns … Continue reading

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Awelfa’s front garden

Pretty pink roses sculptured and true unbelievable yellows What can I do no shade of yellow might ever have been   possible really out from the green a tall Gladioli a sword scimitar bold standing upright wind swept,  a star … Continue reading

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Dolgellau

Walking over the bridge into Dolgellau it just feels like entering a story book   somehow it reveals its history the ancient stones grey and black they be and ancientness is all around time waits for us you  see   … Continue reading

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The chimney Pots (written from the window at Awelfa)

The chimney pots became a house a home for birds from around these parts no smoke emitted a cowl, was fitted   dispersing the smoke who actually fitted? that old slate roof   from the very strong pots Facing the … Continue reading

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Wallers

Genius of muscle Energy of soul Creation of the obvious Taking on the role Convivial of consciousness What good wallers do Consumers of real character A picture postcard true.

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Bee’s

Bee’s laden down With pollen galore hardly able to fly Making honey  so raw on the beautiful bushes Feel the black berries fire Which , the insects admire and an odd butterfly far far from the sky flits here and … Continue reading

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Moelwynion

This evening just look at the sky a gorgeous blue where great rocks lie the mountain stares back   making me feel wonderful just to see its cliff top gradients its darker side   Great conifers from side to side … Continue reading

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Butterflies and Crocosmia

Butterflies and Crocosmia Newts  are hiding in the pool and frogs too kind of croakingly sing their arias One and all sparrow children search for seeds wherever brambles ply plantain seed heads stand aloft Apparently thats why wildness  looks so … Continue reading

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Henbane

Henbane thrives on chalk and sand and likes the smell of the sea where Infinity plys its organic food on the chalky downs it can be viewed   its stems can grow to some three foot high pale green leaves … Continue reading

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The mindset of the rural craftsman

A Dry stone Waller standing true A precise and local art form View those local stones tradition rules intelligence as culture calls dressing and placement working outside it feels to me those who confide Of porosity and lasting power compression … Continue reading

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Wildlife meadows

I adore  the wildlife meadows as do the Bee’s that fly the godly pollinators up against a toxic sky China sends its glyphosate from Bayer’s mindset who attack the very principle of life sadly it’s true   A great blaze … Continue reading

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Is it really Summer

Constant changes all around us everywhere we look fairyland is out there its says so in my book shrubs are leaning summer is fighting  to be free the halcyon days are constant and more hedgerow fruits we see   The … Continue reading

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Neighbours

I met Cliff today the landscaper   another neighbour of mine a builder  at two a landscaper at One   and a poet with little to do      

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First trip to the Coop

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Deaths around the corner

An innocent calf A baby who Feel lots of pain As for this clue Less idiot he Needs a bloody good hiding Let him be The one to feel The pain for real

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The towpath and beyond

Being in charge Of that wondrous barge The solitude It’s sensual there A wondrous peace A true release With the sky at night You share

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Bird boys and girls

It’s a bit of a drench this Tuesday morning the wind section Brazenly calling the tune the bushes are rocking the rain rods are knocking the sky steely grey you might say it’s shocking but there’s light in the sky … Continue reading

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Marching Ducks

Duck marching bands All done without hands Waddling musically To a strong beat Quacking like crazy Maybe down your street

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Marlins cove

Even tired legs absorb energy From the climbing The oxygen is sweeter as we head Upwards absorbing what is tremendous beauty Somehow in reality we are led Through into creation And the mountains

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Most would adore living here

Red doors and red windows A roof full of thatch The sea you can see it It’s no mystery Serenity beckons Idyllic for sure To live in seclusion Most would adore

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Fox hunting in Ireland and England

To the nature sensitive people of Ireland Fox hunting you know is bad In England the idiots still want to do it Torture their hounds it’s so sad They beat their horses Animals matter not to fox hunters Nobody matters … Continue reading

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Nuptial flights

Today is one of those balmy days when the black ants do their thing appear from various crevices possibly to bring Us all a taste of  ant flights winged they peel away As a child I always remember it happened … Continue reading

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Thirst

A porcupine is thirsty Suffering so much His world has just gone crazy Humanity out of touch With the reality of wildness Someone though can see A creature needs some water And it’s given generously

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Terrier men

Terrier men it’s their title Part of the Hunt To be sure Insensitive creatures That’s if you ask me Bred on a diet of gore The fox known as wily A negative pose When really he is subtle and Has … Continue reading

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