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Blackbird song (1st draft)

The blackbird he calls and chants his song His trills echo and carry to his mate The chattering and warbling grows into a tale That they know well and I eavesdrop On a glorious chorus of sound.  

A Pantoum of Nature #NaPoWriMo2018 22

Birds woke me early this morning Their song rose high and clear I was not annoyed to be woken so Their song was a blessing to my ear. Their song rose high and clear Through the town's urban noise Their... Continue Reading →

The Call of the Green #NaPoWriMo 21

Come, my little one, to the green In the trees, you will be safe All protected, no rack or ruin to harm With gentle air and burbling water Our summer leaves will not fall. We keep our own season within:... Continue Reading →

Rambling on #NaPoWriMo2018 20

I was busy today it's been a hectic morning I'm walking in the road And listening to the traffic Compete with the birdsong Guess who is winning? The day is warm and muggy The clouds look like rain I hope... Continue Reading →

Sacramental #NaPoWriMo2018 09

I do not go usually To the Church I was born to, Only the Church That is the earth. Special family events The big three: Births, deaths and marriages. I love to stand in an empty church And hear the... Continue Reading →

#26 OctPoWriMo – Cascade poem

Walking mindset I walk along the roadside Staring at the trees At clouds that float serene My drifting mind, it wanders As ever do my feet I walk along the roadside Empty of thoughts is my head I watch only... Continue Reading →

#14 OctPoWriMo – movement

Winter Moves - haiku quartet   I walk on old tracks The falling leaves splash colour Water breaks on rocks Clouds gusting overhead Small mammals burrow away trees sway as winds blow Colder nights draw in Words fluttering in my... Continue Reading →

I stood at a viewpoint high on the hill Mountains of many hues in my view As birds wheeled and sang overhead Giving voice to the joy in my heart Ideas and worries, they all faded away No cares to... Continue Reading →

Memories of yesteryear

Do ye remember the days we cut the turf? We'd hurry home up the road from school Throw off the uniform and bags to change To the normal oul jeans, wellies and shirts Then over the mountains or round the... Continue Reading →

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