Falling through the cracks

Nature, Outdoors, Parks, Poetry

#octpowrimo #nature

Salford, 11th October 2018

It’s hard for a seed

To grow up in the big city

As it flies from its mum

And falls to the floor

Drifting in the wind

If lucky, it will land

Onto soft warm soil

But usually, it finds concrete

So it sleeps , and it grows

Fed by the rain

While it finds its own way

Through the sand and the drains

Popping up for sunshine

To the world saying hello

Don’t pull it from the pavement

For a bit, let it grow.

Here’s Another poem on a tree seed Helicopters, feel free to take a look and comment

Seasheep

Animals, Nature, Poetry

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#octpowrimo #acrostic #seasheep #underwater

Something on the seabed

enjoys the fare the simple algae provide

as the sea grass grows under their feet

something like what you’d see on the moors enjoys a feast

hopping around the sea bed and

eating his greens…much like a similar beast

existing above the water

perhaps that’s why he’s got a similar name

Things people grow

Food, Fruit, Nature, Outdoors, Photography

#fuschias

Yellow flower, nasturtiums

Red rose

Fruit salad

Fruit

#daffodils

Feathered Cacophony

Birds, Nature, Poetry

Salford 26th September

What happens early morning…when someone’s been generous with the birdseed!

It begins quietly enough,

the graceful movement of flapping wings

stopping at an observation point

whilst they check out the opposition

The seed scatters , bouncing on the tarmac

and feathered friends, in an instant

become mortal enemies – as they nip and scratch and barge

to enable the best pickings

Noises increase from roof to tree

and Mums and dads say whats for tea

the little ones sit and wait

for something to fall on their dinner plate

Resident cats look from a distance

as the birds scrap on

unaware of

the dangers ahead

And with one sight of fur

feathers fly in a blur

as they think its best

to return to the nest

Tears of a cloud

Nature, Poetry, Seasons

mother nature announced

the end of summer

the winds went wild

and the clouds went through

a stream of emotion

anger and upset

lightning bolts thrown in major league tantrums

many of them sobbed

as their tears fell to the ground below

Benches

monochrome, Nature, Parks, Photography

#C&BW #Benches

C&BW

I had to think about this particular challenge

I mean…. what kind of bench?

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One on a path in a park ?

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Or Perhaps one by the water?

Decisions decisions…

eventually I took the decision to do both, both were taken in areas of my hometown, the first was taken with my Nikon in the green surroundings of the local park in Ordsall, in Salford, whilst the second saw me cross the Trafford Road, into Salford Quays.

Summer days

Nature, Poetry, Seasons

white fluffy clouds make their way towards the sea

while cool winds come in off the western coast

butterflies take in nectar

from the yellowest of daffodils

while birds blend in with reds and blues

on the hunt for the grubs for lunch

Same Park, Different Walk

Nature, Outdoors, Parks, Photography, Places, Poetry

Ordsall Park Motif

Salford, 10th May 2018

With the appearence of what seemed to be the slight raise in the mercury, i decided to walk down toward the local park and take a couple of snaps with my trusty Nikon D3100