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Nature

Poetry

Heritage.

Eyes to the sky and what do we see Another day is well under way Look to the sky and what do we see A blanket of Blue spread before us From here to infinity With clouds below and above Like a scarf gently wrapped around Perfectly placed for the…
Dennis Shrubshall
26th October 2017
Poetry

Lakeside

Sitting by the water at the end of the day I closed my eyes for awhile Thinking of how time was passing by Not noticed by the rank and file Of a society living life as best they might With what seems like the speed of light And here am…
Dennis Shrubshall
26th October 2017
Poetry

Eventide

Settling back at the end of the day At the hush of eventide A stillness o’er the scene before you As though the whole world is pacified All the boats have come to moorings At the end of a busy day From a pastime that gives much pleasure All the…
Dennis Shrubshall
26th October 2017
Poetry

The Mountain Ash

Wild-bramble, thistle, proud harebell The gnarled tree high upon the fell. The shadow-darkened wood and path The sunlit-dappled gorse and grass. With lightened heart the mind transcends The road that winds. and twists, and bends. Amid an early-morning haze The sheep in silent commune graze. The gathering clouds, the wisps…
Robert Carson
17th October 2016
Poetry

THE OLD WHITE OWL

I stood in the wood at midnight I heard her weep and sigh As the old white owl came hunting So swift and silent by When the old white owl came hunting With cruel and piercing eye There in the wood at midnight Some creature sure would die I stood…
Terry Maltby
7th October 2016
Poetry

TO THE OLD BROAD OAK

Oh old broad oak, I’ll miss you If you are gone before I You that’s stood the test of time Weathered many a storm And watched the passing hours go by From dawn to dawn You whose ancient rooms, with oaken beams On many a lonely night Inspired and re-lit…
Terry Maltby
5th October 2016
Poetry

Winter Jasmine

The flower upon the window’s ledge Would wither as you lay in bed. Down from its eminence in the trees The heron tiptoes through the reeds. Kingfishers, the barking dogs, The Spinners Arms, the brewer’s still Towards the bridge beyond the hill The Caldew Valley, the cycle paths- An angler…
Robert Carson
5th October 2016
Poetry

Between Bridges

Tears of the Golden Willow fall like tresses of a mythological Goddess, cascading in a unbroken, quivering stream to the dark underworld far below where Sedges erupt, dwarf like trolls with heavy metal hair ‘we are trolls, fol-dee-rol, we are trolls, fol-dee-rol, we are trolls fol-dee-rol-dee-rullee.’ Brambles squirm along the…
Jan Hedger
11th September 2016
Poetry

Gods Creation

When God created the universe He wanted a peaceful place He would create a planet Upon it would place the human race How was this planet going to survive? To support a civilisation He then created an atmosphere That would support all his creation He spread upon the earth A…
Malcolm G Bradshaw
5th November 2015
Poetry

Oh! To be in Essex now that Autumn’s here

As one travels the lanes and byways Of a rural community The changing signs of the Seasons Are very plain to see You’ve seen Spring come and go With Tulips and Daffodils galore With Regal Camelias and colourful Magnolias As Summer comes to the fore Trees are in blossom and…
Dennis Shrubshall
16th October 2015