Christmas Tree

Christmas, Poetry

Salford 5th December 2017

A poem originally wrote by inky for Allpoetry.com, now making an appearance here as the christmas embargo is officially over!

(wrote on St Andrews Day….)

I’m writing on St. Andrew’s Day,
to make a festive plea.
Don’t neglect mother nature
for the sake of a Christmas tree.

Now, before you all yell “Humbug!”
at my festive rhyme
consider if you will the subject
that i’m spending the time.

yon Scots pines have been up in the highlands,
where its taken some time to grow
for some forester to swiftly chop it down
with one or two axe blows

“Its tradition!” I’ll hear the hardened
who don’t listen to my plea
they say it’ll thrive – its not even alive
as the needles fall from the tree

So get yourself one in a bucket
one wi fresh branches and shoots
after chrimbo and snow – it’ll continue to grow
in a place where it’ll spread its roots

and you’ll see it in garden each winter
as it grows upon year after year
and the children will play, wi the toys on the day
the tree brings the Christmas Cheer

Tame

Acrostic, Animals, Poetry

Tame

Cousin to the king of the beasts

anybody would think

that it would be madness to take it on

Collectively though – the wildness

ails away, when the beast needs feeding

the prince of the jungle becomes felis domestica

Coming out of the forest and scouting the garden

a happy little kitty – toys with a catnip mouse

the only thing (except dinner) he wants to seek out

Camping in his little den

and happy to be his owners pet

this cousin of kings – content as can be

Timberwolf

Acrostic, Animals, Colours, Growing up, Poetry
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The forest call

is heard across the trees

mother and father wolf, are teaching their cubs

bears and panther may assist, but

every wolf cub in the pack knows

real learning comes from mum and dad

when the time is right to spread their paws

only the cubs themselves will know

life beyond the pack doors can be hazardous – but

friends can be found for life there

Pine Green

Acrostic, Colours, Garden, Nature, Outdoors, Poetry

 

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Delamere Forest

 

#Coloryourworld #CYW #Green #Pine #acrostic #nature #forest

 

Perhaps its no mistake

In noting you’re an evergreen

Numbers of you gather on

Each side of the forest road, pushing through the

 

Grasses as you do,

Reaching high up into the sky of blue

Every squirrel in the neighbourhood covets your seeds, and

Each eager young kid, takes one your cones home

Noting – when your seed opens and closes

Tropical Rainforest

Animals, Colours, Exploration, Garden, Nature

Salford, 26th February 2017

Another original scribble from the pen of inkdrop, wi a little imagery from google….messed about by yours truly

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A place the wild things call home

greenery up and down the land

from the tiniest of bugs to man’s cousins

they all live here

co – existing under the shelter of mother natures clouds

and whilst little ones play in watery lagoons

others sleep in treetops – till the rising of the moon

 

 

 

Forest

Art, Colours, Memories, Nature, Poetry, Prose

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Walking through the forest on a summers morning

the sun peeking through the trees to say hello

new hairdo’s for all – their old leaves forming a carpet below

they make a wonderful crunch as you step through them

and waking up to the sound of the leaves ?

a family of squirrels up high in the trees

what’s for breakfast ? say the kids

Hazel Nuts ? Yummy.

Beaver

Acrostic, Animals, Poetry

#coloryourworld #cyw #beaver

Brilliant builder of wood based dams

Each one of your structures an individual masterpiece

As you carefully create each one from surrounding forests

Very careful in your construction, – from

End to end , each twig and branch fits to create a

Riverside home – fit for any waterside family

 

Shiver

Halloween, Poetry, Spooky

Shiver

The change in the seasons

It leaves you cold

as you make your way

walking through the woods

 

First frosts paint delicate crystals

across fallen tree leaves

they crunch underfoot

as you make your way home

 

as jack frost paints

you pull at your coat

wrapping your scarf

tight round your throat

 

A noise in the distance

and heart goes a quiver

there’s no one around

and in fear you do shiver.