Commons and chalk downland
\nA green and forested wood
\nFallow Deers are wild they are
\n500 acres should
\nBe the draw for city dwellers
\nFrom London and we know
\nFor The beeches and the many types of trees
\nThere are on show<\/p>\n
A myriad of wild life
\nLots and lots of Deer
\nThe fallow and the munkjac
\nSometimes they do appear
\nBecause the cull is often on
\nDeers work out that they
\nWould be better off in smaller groups
\nAs they go about their day<\/p>\n
It makes a lot of sense ofcourse
\nAs for the munkjacs they
\nAre solitary animals
\nThat are shot too anyway
\nFrom November they are cut down
\nBy the murderers who try
\nAnd sell the flesh in the monument shop
\nWhich of course is why<\/p>\n
They have found it true to do it
\nStalk and murder they
\nSay there is no profit in the kill
\nBut right away
\nWe know they are making money
\nAnd selling the venison on
\nAnd probably wont be satisfied
\nTill all the deer are gone.<\/p>\n
its land rich with good wildlife
\nButterflies galore
\nAll sorts of birds fly around about
\nAnd,insects for sure
\nIts a really special forest
\nLandscaped all about
\nBeautiful trees and shrubs and bushes
\nAnd thats without a doubt.<\/p>\n
Just being in the thick of it
\nSoaking up its thrust
\nThere is no artist anywhere
\nNo one has discussed
\nEvery single facet
\nEngraved on heart and mind
\nA rich mosaic of wonderment
\nThat anyone can find<\/p>\n
Every sentence holds account
\nIts lexical its there
\nAlong with every living thing
\nThat ever came to share
\nThe clarity of each morning
\nThe exuberance of night
\nA blow by blow account of life
\nThreaded with bright light<\/p>\n
The forcefulness of being
\nBoth ardent and both bold
\nThe euphony and balance
\nOn the symmetry be sold
\nEvery intonation
\nOr modulated form
\nEvery part of everywhere
\nEach shelter in each storm<\/p>\n
The forest is beguiling
\nIts parlance has evolved
\nThe great coming together
\nWhere problems are all solved
\nHistory is rampantly
\nBoth boisterous and not
\nMinimalist and busy
\nJust everything its got<\/p>\n
Drive into its secret places
\nLet the quietness roll on by
\nFeel the depths of every moment
\nKnow the vigour let the eye
\nWander being inspired gently
\nBells and whistles everywhere
\nThe miracles are underated
\nThe wind with its falsetto air
\nConversation we can hear them
\nAn intercourse of high regard
\nNature the great mother knows it
\nFor On the stage of life she’s starred<\/p>\n
So many souls do come together
\nIn the shadows they proclaim
\nThe essence of a moving picture
\nNothing really is the same
\nOnly the consolidation
\nOf spirit in its abstract way
\nCan ever bring the wondrous meaning
\nCollectively into each day<\/p>\n
Man believes his right of killing
\nOf choosing which soul he might shoot
\nNo rhyme or reason just the season
\nScience under siege no root
\nTruthfully tween eye and body
\nWho will leave this place today
\nWho will be sold off as dead flesh
\nConservations ruling sway<\/p>\n
The curtain call is short befitting
\nAny life or path we know
\nThe drama of the kill and after
\nIn what is the final glow
\nInescapability
\nDeterminism so to say
\nAs the curtains drop like lead balloons
\nThe souls of victims fly away<\/p>\n
Ashridge holds its thrilling passage
\nAstral influence is mine
\nSitting in a glade of colour
\nIn a light that dares to shine
\nThrough the branches so descending
\nInto idylls where I be
\nSharing of the glorious spirit
\nAnd its spontaneity.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Commons and chalk downland A green and forested wood Fallow Deers are wild they are 500 acres should Be the draw for city dwellers From London and we know For The beeches and the many types of trees There are … Continue reading