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

Soil (II)

Flowers, Garden, Nature, Poetry

An acrostic by inky, in response to the daily post prompt

Soil

Some people – call it the ground

One of natures building blocks

If you looked at it – from deep below – you would call it

Life itself

 

Several different creatures – they call it home

On occasion , they climb out of their earthy house for a drop of sun

Insects , worms and nocturnal mammals

Like living underground

 

Some plants – enjoy being

Outside, like trees and bushes, whilst others like

Indoors, mostly because of the weather – all are

Linked by the substance around their roots

Traces

Family, Heritage, Historical, History

Roots

24th august 2017

they say everybody has roots.

those tiny little things that define history

traces of who you are, set in your DNA.

back when I was studying at university for my HND, I got the opportunity to research my family tree

looking back through birth records…to draw up a computer program connecting the dots.

starting from little sis and me, and mum and dad, their brothers and sisters, and granddad and grandma 👵

this seedling was grown on strong foundations … when I dug deep into the archive , with a little help from imperial war museum north, I found a tale on my Great Grandfather, on my dads side who fought in World War I.

and by following the path of the family tree, I found the answers to the tales told around the kitchen table.

it might be the genealogical cross tween a bonsai tree and and an elm, but my family tree is pretty big … and I’ve found roots that I never even knew existed.

its an ongoing project…but I’m enjoying the digging.

 

Roots

Garden, Growing up, Home, Life, Memories, People, Poetry

A response to the prompt Roots

by Brian F Kirkham for the Inkwell

Salford 8th May 2017

Like any other little seed,

you need time to grow

grasp the air

spread some branches

And when the time is right

charged with energy and excitement

you’ll take your own flight

before landing on the soil of your choice

But remember your past

for the time will have passed

and contemplate the time

passed through movement and rhyme

for its time to develop

and grow new shoots

but dont forget family

the place of your roots

Little acorns grow…

Nature, Poetry, Seasons

Tree

acorninpaint

Take a moment, little acorn

Really, little a – you’re going places

Everyone expects you to be food for the wildlife, but in the

End, great things are coming

 

Together with your brothers and sisters, you’ll

Rest in warm, brown soil over autumn and winter – only to

Emerge in the spring, when its a little warmer

Expect a little support from the gang in green

 

Towards the spring and then summer

youll begin to spread your shoots

no more a little acorn

a tree that’s spreading its roots.