Category Archives: Berkhamsted

Moon

It appears outside my window A beautiful yellow moon Hanging in a profusion Seemingly it’s soon Coming into my window It’s glorious shining seems Closer almost staring and It’s almost in my dreams Through an ugly window Out into the … Continue reading

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Annabelle

A hot May evening When I got back Exhausted by the ride The beautiful little maple tree Slightly to the side Of my garden where I saw A girl upon a swing Gently contemplating How clearly it did bring To … Continue reading

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Wild foxes

Hundreds of descriptive odes come to mind Of the wise wily fellow Who does purposefully dine In a covey of hens In a ramshackle coop Clucking for England Making sense as they troop Seemingly actively chatting away The barbed wire … Continue reading

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Snowdrops

Wild lying dormant Under the earth Bulbs full of energy A forthcoming birth Despite the winter The frost and the snow Time creates life force It’s there below Christmas has passed Boxing Day too The new year is coming A … Continue reading

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9th december

A tumultuous sky A layering blue It’s as if there is fire It feels colder too Fancy being a wild deer Who looks At the sky a wandering view As jack with his frost Is earnestly Decking the tree tops … Continue reading

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Sooty at Folly’s

In the Winter Sunlight Fallen leaves under my feet Yes a frosty halo At Folly’s it’s a great retreat Knowing we are loved here Brothers and sisters who Are one great big family That Dear friends is true

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Fireworks night

Don’t tell me it’s the children Who need to hear the noise The horrendous flying whizz bangs For the life of me what joys Spring fourth from all this clamour These ugly crescendo’s please With wars around the world right … Continue reading

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Oiling the cogs

Friends Meeting House In Down town Berkhamsted Laid back in the High Street Grassed and a tomb stone or two It’s here where the protestors Will be getting instructions How to block roads How to frustrate and fail The beaten … Continue reading

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Deer in the headlights

Driving home from my friends place Time just before midnight Pitch black A maelstrom of events it seems No doubt a harbinger of dreams A angry feel about it all There’s fire in them there clouds I hear it call … Continue reading

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Tonight

Tonight an azure sky The sun has a smile on its face I would say The coppery leaves glisten The cherry pea green coloured leaves drooping Some kind of dirge The day has been blustery north winds were blowing Sea … Continue reading

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Gorse

From April to May Gorse gets away Right up till June It’s abundance we see Rich golden blossoms Pure tranquillity Grows on the edges On spikey green Jam packed with nectar Bee’s and Butterflies Wean themselves all that sweetness Drives … Continue reading

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The Jackdaw Brothers

The Jackdaw brothers are on my tree tasting the cherries they  want to be tasting the juice sugary sweet with caps on their heads it just feels complete watching the boughs  being weighted down letting them share going to town … Continue reading

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The builders

the builders erected their scaffold outside my window ladders poking through the Jasmine wet with dew and rain some green leaves on the branch tips a sprawling grappling array that rises and dips and gets tangled All gardens  must adapt … Continue reading

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The time of day

Lacy branches Leaflessly Allows the November Sun to be Hiding gazing Meditation A bird or two Find their salvation Black of feather Underside of slate and purple Far and wide Defiance in a daring way Challenging The time of day

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Sunset

Sunset just happened Peach melba in blue Spread over tunnel fields Sunlight peeping through Pursuing the ethereal Into slate grey What my eyes see At the end of today A gentle breeze As the Jasmine flowers show The Copper Beech … Continue reading

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Rosemary

Pretty little lilac coloured rosemary In bloom A certainty and sureness Reliably in tune With April’s attestation And natures testimony Clusters of persuasion And infallibility. A myriad of splendour Unequivocally Dancing in the early breeze Its how it has to … Continue reading

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Ashridge Forest

A study A tangle Of uncontrolled growth Knotted artistically Sculptured so I Can feel for the forest The soft leaves beneath My feet as I wander And ask myself why Look at that tree there Clad in moss green the … Continue reading

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Berkhamsted Castle

The Dandelions now represent the fallen each one a soldier cloaked and battle scarred beyond we see the moat of living wonderment decked in heavy reeds and richly starred in bygone years it offered protection for those who looked down … Continue reading

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