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“We’re keeping the weeds to feed the bees.”

Posted on April 19, 2021 by | Leave a comment

Lawnmower at the ready:

stood down;

shears and trimming tools:

returned to their racks;

plans to clear a path:

put on hold.

“We’re keeping the weeds

to feed the bees.”

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Looking Out

Posted on March 22, 2021 by | Leave a comment

Looking out

across the fields

from the viewpoint

of a 5-bar gate,

I wish that I was

able to graze the meadows,

rather than merely gaze at them.

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Blurry Little Robin

Posted on January 3, 2020 by | Leave a comment

Blurry Little Robin

Blurry little robin

sat on a branch;

I took a picture of him –

and it was definitely him who was blurry,

and not my picture.

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A Crow Flow

Posted on December 23, 2019 by | Leave a comment

A crow flow

A crow

flow

across the sky;

well, I have to be truthful,

the crow, he flew,,,

as did I.

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Leave the Leaves

Posted on December 13, 2019 by | Leave a comment

Leave the Leaves

Leave the leaves

upon the trees,

and leave the trees alone.

Are you listening West Wind?

It isn’t much I ask,

not a difficult task,

to leave the leaves upon the trees

and leave the trees alone.

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Nature Study

Posted on October 20, 2019 by | Leave a comment

Nature Study

Studies show,

yes or no,

and, sometimes, even maybe;

but they are wrong,

too short, too long,

and who needs

the opinion of a baby;

when all is said,

and all is done,

nothing’s changed,

but we had fun;

and then restart,

or turn it off;

and ask, ‘How would your day be?’

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“Gravity’s Working!” – An old post reposted

Posted on August 13, 2019 by | Leave a comment

“Gravity’s Working!”

“Gravity’s working!”

I tried it again, today –

still working;

and the Earth still feels round,

though how I can tell it is

is liable to confound

the literal mind.

I find that,

things do, and don’t, change

from day

to day;

although I have to say –

or write –

that it may not have always been this way.

Gravity’s working,

and my feet are firmly upon the ground;

whilst my mind is drifting away.

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Flutterbys

Posted on August 11, 2019 by | Leave a comment

Flutterbys

I love to watch the Flutterbys

all flittering about;

they have their cares,

their ‘go not theres’

of that I have no doubt;

but, they seem to be,

so fancy free,

alive with the joy of being,

and I hope they know

they make me so

happy at their seeing.

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The Busy, Busy Bee.

Posted on July 21, 2019 by | Leave a comment

The Busy, Busy Bee.

A busy, busy bee,

took the time to speak to me,

he said, ‘Buzz buzz buzz, buzz buzz buzz!’ to me;

but, as I don’t speak bee,

all I heard was ‘Buzz buzz buzz, buzz buzz buzz!’

you see.

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The birbs and the blees and the butterfleas

Posted on July 5, 2019 by | Leave a comment

The birbs and the blees and the butterfleas

The birbs and the blees and the butterfleas

are bimbling about, as they do –

alliteratively, of course,

“Buzz, buzz!, Beep, beep! Boo-hoo!”

The Bengal Tiggers, the Kangaramoo,

and the Gallumphant,

are conspicuous by their absence notes,

in triplicate, upper case and coloured blue.

The Easels and the N-guins argue over the rules of Brackgammon,

whilst the Errfets and Olems

play Mah-Yong between one and two – but always getting it wrong,

Which is why those two species just do not get along.

All in all,

Nature is wonderful,

its creatures so cool;

so what happens when it’s gone,

will we return to the pool?

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