At the top of the hill
you would have thought
the wind and the rain
would have aided the bales
into the nearby hedge
but bundled as they are
the bales are secure
in the knowledge that
until required
they’ll be sticking around
for a bit
Tag: Countryside
#writephoto
On a walk, down a country lane
two old friends meet up again
it might seem strange – for feather and fur
for a friendship to occur
but friends they are to a tee
and greet each other happy as can be
with a woof and a honk passing on by
its their special way , that they say hi.
#napowrimo #paperswans #prompt #gate
A paperswans picture prompt for napowrimo
perplexed people pondered
what point the gate
when the sheep were enjoying
every square bit of green beyond the stone wall
was it to keep the sheep out
or was it to keep the humans in ?
#writephoto #newborns
She waits in the pen with great trepidation
her aunties waiting for her cousins to arrive
expectations a plenty, for lots of young uns to
engage with, keeping close to mum at the mo but
playing with them all in the pasture, when the time is right
Categories
Life through a Lens
#Spectacles #Life #Hydrocephalus #Photography
Distance viewing is a pain for me
It’s why i capture images with my camera
Going from place to place grabbing
Images of locations from
The local park to
Artefacts held in the
Local history library
Perhaps you’d put it down to my specs
holding the key to my blurry eyes –
only – it isn’t
the camera is working fine – the computer isn’t – so
on days when i’m headed out on the
green fields of england , you’ll find a pair of glasses
round my head
aiding my eyes to see things a little bit clearer
putting scenes into a picture and
helping me capture a scene
you might all like
Categories
Castlerigg
#Napowrimo #Room #Dorm
Reflection of a shared room (school retreat)
Keswick, 1987
Up in the hills
by a mountain stream
a place of reflection and retreat
the room shared three
with a view of the lakes
a place to ponder, relax and take breaks
colour scheme – calming
a sight of some sheep
and during our breaks we would gambol and leap
Categories
Packing
#SoCs #Holidays
Packing our bags again
as we head off for a country break
camping under some national park stars
key to this essential journey – notepad, camera and pencils
if needed – wellies and wet weather gear
navigation and maps essential for hiking and
good sleeping bag for kipping under canvas
#Poetry #Countryside #Character #Acrostic
A acrostic poem from my allpoetry profile – enjoy
Sat in the middle of the field
Carefully watching the seeds grow
A happy scarecrow
Regularly looks out for his owners crops
Each day he’s there – fooling the birds as his owner
Collects wheat and barley in
Rows around him – his reward ?
Our noble watchman recieves
When he’s stuffed with fresh cuttings from the harvest
Categories
Hike
An original piece of poetry by yours truly, It originally appeared on the Pages of Allpoetry.com but i’ve added a few lines and decided to share the new copy with the wordpressors – Hope you like it
His multi layered coat
is on his back
kinder scout area….
can expect an attack
He’s been planning this trek
out to the Peaks and his
movement theirin for about
eight weeks
His bag is packed,
his lunch – made up
thermos and map
and his favourite cup
Warm woollen socks
(to keep out the cold)
Thermal Fleece
(more precious than gold)
Wallet and Keys –
In a very safe place
and Binoculars –
to observe the wide space
Penknife to pull out occasional stones
Notepad to record thoughts, drawings and tones
Money in wallet for the Bus and his tea
and watch , so he’s back for his dinner early
Small First aid kit – in case of mishap
(he hopes wont happen – to this happy chap)
Doesn’t need a car, a boat or a bike
Just a strong pair of boots
He’s off on a Hike 
#coloryourworld #cyw #purplemountainsmajesty
Derwentwater, Keswick, Lake district, UK
There’s something almost magical
about the Lake water here at sunset
I don’t know myself – what it might be
but as the sun pops down behind trees
the hills and the water take on a purple like hue
bring out colours of heathers that’s grew
up on the hillsides where the flocks of herdwick sheep
are resting till morning, quite sound asleep
The Inkwell 