Tag Archives: #forest

The Forest on the Moon.

The Forest on the Moon.

There once was a forest upon the moon

that flourished for a while

but vanished too soon

a realm of trees upon her face

a woodland there in outer space.

And all the creatures of the trees

lived there happily, life was a breeze

Swinging through the branches high

the monkeys laughed, and then did cry;

for, when the forest realm could not rebirth,

they all fell back down to Earth.

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New Forest Poetry 10-10-2015

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New Forest Poetry 10-10-2015

The tree that fell
It wasn’t well
It lost its grip
Began to slip
And…
Sad to tell
It lay on the ground murmuring –
A sad sight
Quite profound;
Whilst all around
Were none to see
The tree
Fall
Without a sound.

I’m a Fun Guy!

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I’m a fun guy
Would you like to meet me?
You could cook
And then you could eat me
But,
You might die
If I’m not the right guy
The right fun guy
So, perhaps it’s best
Not to lie
I might just be
The wrong fun guy.

Forestal – 100 Word Story #1

Forestal of New Forest 08-08-2015

From the Forestal of New Forest 08-08-2015

Here I stand

The Forestal

The Guardian of this Forest;

The New Forest

And here I have stood for nearly a thousand years; seeing men, women, kings and queens, come and go. I was strong; my Forest has survived and flourished.

Until recently.

The Trees know that their days are numbered; some still sentient enough to be counting down that number.

I have seen much and weathered many storms; but, I am no fool – I know that I cannot rule when there is nothing left to rule for.

It seems that the end is nigh.

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.

Run To Me (not the Bryan Adams song)

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Run to me
Run as fast as the wind
Run to my call
Run as if running is all
And when you reach me…

Stay a while
And chew the breeze with me
For that would be good.

In the woods today 27-06-2015

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Somewhere, a screen-door slams
A car horn is punched in irritation;
A baby cries for milk;
and the city mill keeps on turning;

But, I am here
Where a twig cracks underfoot
Birds are heard
And space there is to think the word.

I shuffle through leaves
And breathe the air
Releasing the concerns
Renewing the care

One soul in a forest
Alone for a while
In this underpopulated wood
In this overpopulated world.