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The Cows on the Heath

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Pictures by me – G:)

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The cows on the Heath were mooing and lowing
Then they were quiet as mice as the grass they began mowing.
And here a few words of warning:
Please don’t try to feed a cow
Forestry Laws do not ‘that’ allow
And don’t stand behind a cow as it is chewing
Or you might be splashed by a cow who’s looing.

The Train Gates at Totton – 15-10-2015

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The lights were on
The gates were down
Nobody was waiting
Then, the train went through
The gates went up
The lights went out

I walked towards the gap

Then the lights came on
The gates went down
(Nobody had gone through)
But, this time
Two cars
And a weary traveller
Were its victims

They waited
I crossed the bridge
And then the train went through

It could have been the same train
As if on a toy-train set
But, I think, upon reflection, that it probably wasn’t

The gates went up
The lights went out
The two cars went through.

I never looked back

Out on the Moor 11-10-2015

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Out on the Moor 11-10-2015

Out on the moor
There is a cooling breeze
And a morning’s heat
“And they call the wind, Maria.’

Out on the moor
There is an openness of space
And a sparse hoarseness of gorse
And the odd horse
‘And they call the sun, Apollo.’

Out on the moor
There is time and tide
That waits for no man
Not even me
‘And they call the moor, Othello.’

New Forest Walk – Early

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New Forest Poetry – Early

We head out early
To the place
Where we can roam free –
The dogs
And me
They upon legs fleet of foot
Me, on flights of fancy
As I follow at a pace
That suits feeling
Breathing
Thinking
Writing.

And, no sooner are we set upon paths
Tracks
And routes untrammelled
Do I sense the things
That create the words
To write
For to remember the experiences
In future times
When four walls encumber me
And my soul is hampered
By urbane urbanity.

Leaves fall and descend to the hoar-frost land below
Savouring their flight from tree to track
With maybe a regretful look or two back
Amongst friends and new acquaintances
They lay peacefully
And consider the changes to come.
Whilst I consider them.

And so it goes…

New Forest Saturday 26th September, 2015

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The New Forest felt particularly old, today; and parts of it decidedly ancient. Still, it would most likely outlast me.
In thirty or forty years time I would probably be buried deep or burnt to a crisp; whilst the forest would just be a little older, a little less sentient.

How morbid, I thought. But, realistic, I added. These trees have been here for absolute ages; some, for centuries – and the forest as a whole unbroken since William caused it to be planted. New it was then.

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:)

Ugly Tree Fruit

New Forest, Hampshire

New Forest, Hampshire

I fell out of the ugly tree
Hitting ‘all’ the branches on my way down
‘That’ is why ‘I’ am looking a little dishevelled
And am wearing a frown.