Category Archives: A country tale

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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A kiss from an otter

A kiss from an otter A peck on the cheek That’s love at first sight That so many seek When compassion is shared Friendship will be As wild as the wind As we can all see

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For all our beloved Foxes

Wild foxes are the countries children Families of the earth Nocturnal angels in many ways In gold alone are worth A fortune to the wooden aisles Oft hunted as we know Trapped in snares and broken By the lowest form … Continue reading

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Having rescued a wild soul

Richard Bowler champions the foxes The one that he has rescued clearly does Hours of looking after Charlie Acting as his carer Working along with Nature There’s a buzz Surely it’s reciprocal behaviour Respect for wildness and to loving care

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Pear Tree Farm Spalding. 🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓

Lincolnshire a county Already stressed and worn Chicken sheds are everywhere Behold a raging Dawn Half a million chickens in 12 great sheds To be Housed there just imagine it What is a travesty Of any kind of justice It’s … Continue reading

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The farmers dog and all that

Killing foxes Killing birds Clarkson I am lost for words As for your pub The Farmers Dog Animal cruelty You can jog On mate

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The natural cycle continues despite the human beings

Swallows come and swallows go Feeding the family as we know Caring sharing loving birds Never ever lost for words Protective mothers each one knows It’s offspring right down to its toes Love in spite of the apathy That human … Continue reading

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A snap shot of Yorkshire

A winding lane just everyday Takes good hearts a long it’s way Over hills and wondrous dales Passed cottages and wondrous trails A Stream a gurgling foliage green The countryside’s meandering scene England has a wealth of soul With Nature … Continue reading

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Friends

All animals have hearts and minds They feel they care they share the lines Are drawn completely And we see A fox and a dog can happily Be true friends.

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Wild Woodbine

Several decades ago In the woods whilst a walking I was able to take a cutting Because In a clockwise manner It apparently was growing Succeeding in being Unbelievably knowing Of all things Of light, of the dark And surroundings … Continue reading

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A blooming cycle suggesting much

Flower power Feel it see it so A cycling sensation Serenity on show Sensational stability Blossoming desire Petal power predominates With purposeful attire

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Cregennan Lakes

Cader idris A giant was Once living in a time before The mountain And it’s hilltop lakes Ancient woodlands For all our sakes Dolgellau to Barmouth A 4 hour trek Rich and raw A circular route That excites one’s core … Continue reading

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Hellish heathens

Monsanto and Bayer creators they be Tragically magically and monstrously Aim at pollination the bumble the humble A flash of bright light and inglorious rumble A slave darting this way and that way progressing Pollen and nectar as rain clouds … Continue reading

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Snowdonia

It be August And the poet stares Across the mountains Singles and pairs Of Bilberries High elevations Many names And illustrations Wind berry also blay berry Heather berries too Huckleberries All these names Where the gorse and Heather view Stems … Continue reading

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Taste them hills and feel that force

To rapturous applause the river gurgles & we see A churning of the muddy hills and looking splendidly Able to wash downwards rivulets of sound A mist created landscape weighted with a ground Of much ness all performing suggestive of … Continue reading

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