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From ‘A Walk in the New Forest’ – 08-08-2015

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In the cool of the shade
And the relative silence of the glade
Along paths newmade
By us
We recharge
Our selves.

Amongst the trees
With subtle breeze
And a pace of ease
Just so
We wander
Along.

A lone Mistlethrusslewotsit
Chirps plaintively
From an unseen perch
Asking…?Warning…? Just happy to be…?
Perhaps seeking another Mistlethrusslewotsit
To join her
In her ullulations.

A destinied silver vehicle
Flashes across the blue
First heard, then seen, then…
A gradual diminution of her…
I think they were all at the windows
Looking down upon the glory
Of the morning forest;
They are not as lucky as us
Walking here.

Then
A hunting horn is heard
But, only in my mind
This one is from nigh
A thousand years ago
And the sound
Has only just reached me.

The ‘clip-clop-clip!’
Of a three-legged horse rider
(I jest, as I cannot see either,
And if either had three legs
I would be a little surprised)
Anyway the sound
helps me to route
Our way away
From them
As the dogs are still young
And I am not.

We reach the barely moving stream
They plunge and slurp
I watch and smile
They cool their paws
And slake their thirst
The sleepy river keeps us a while.

I capture moments
In words and film
To replay when
I am stuck within
Four walls
No trees
No comforting,
Companionable breeze.
I laugh and grin
At the pups’ games
Chasing round, across the bridge,
Through shallows;
Making waves.

A dragonfly flits atop the water
Too fleet of wing
To be captured by my lens
Its hues glimmering
As it wends upon its way.

We walk alongside the stream
Not rowing, not even gently
And life is but a dream.
Or so the song says,
And then we return to the forest walk.

And we walk for a goodly time
With few words between us
As we embrace the joy of our trek.

And I sense this is a good forest;
Not a Mirkwood or a Garroting Deep
As I have read
An old forest
Gainsaying the name
But a kindly one
To me
A Narnian forest
In good times
I expect to meet a Mr Tumnus
But, sadly, don’t.

“Walking in the forest
Walking back and forth
Walking East then walking west
Then I’m walking…
South?
North?
Lost in the forest
Walking back and forth
Trying to get out of here
But, just walking back and forth!”

Just a made up song

As of yet.

I know. As it’s morning
Sun rises in the East
So depending on where the sun is…
It’s 11:54 and the Sun is high above
The direction I need the least is up
Even when push comes to shove.
But, my sense of where I am
Does lead me on
And soon we’re at the stream again
As I knew we would be
My doubts which grew are gone.

Walking back on my last legs,
Sorry, ‘the’ last leg of our walk in the forest
We have all had a work out
And no harm has befallen us
I’m sure we will all be pleased
To get back to see Home.

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Land of Wood – Woodlands, New Forest – an ‘actual’ Blog!

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The New Forest

isn’t that new

it’s been around for quite a number of centuries

and we are very lucky to live so close to it.

The pups (still they are pups) enjoyed their walk there today

They were thrilled (but, not so you’d notice) to be the stars of our first ‘Periscope’ online broadcast. Eleven and a half minutes of them being cute and tireless in their pursuit of… something; whilst I tried to keep them in shot and avoid tripping over; disappearing into a muddy swamp or being ‘nutted’ by a low-hanging branch.

The battery on my phone only allowed Eleven and a half minutes or I would have gone on for ages with my inane comments, silly jokes, puffing & wheezing, etc. as I tried to be David Attentionborough.

Anyway, I survived the ordeal and, during the broadcast (which was viewed by (possibly) dozens of people, managed to spot a ‘Hello!’ And a comment of ‘Clever dogs!’ All of which leads me to consider the possibility of it almost being a near success.

And, come to think of it, this is actually the nearest I’ve come to doing an ‘actual’ ‘blog’ in all the years I’ve been posting – whoot!

So, I have now told you of my escapades with Vega and Haiku this afternoon. Hope you weren’t too bored with my spiel – it’s definitely a different and interesting process when compared to writing and posting a poem (which I have been known to do from time to time)

It’s good to share.

G:)