Falling through the cracks

#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

Branch

Branch

bold parts of the tree that

reach out towards the warm sunshine

aiming high in the sky, fruits or

nuts usually grow off them.  And these

come off the tree when the wood becomes

heavy due to the weight of the fruit

Trill

Trill

The noise of your partying parrot

Rattling his beak on the bars of his cage

Isn’t so bad – when compared to the racket of

Large seeds falling at speed and

Landing on the bird house floor

Kipping….

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Humble little seed

time spent on the tree

biding its time

growing

 

building up energy

till the inevitable fall

dropping to ground

swiftly

 

picked up swiftly

and transferred to pots

energy released into

seedling

Transient

Transient

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gathered together

waiting on the western wind

dandelion seed

 

ready for the off

travelling on the airflow

dancing under clouds

 

landing in a green

settling down to sleep

new flowers take form

 

The son of plot a

sets root growing in plot b

as tree line grows

 

Billy the Conqueror

Conquer

 

Could it be fate, that

at 11.06 a new king of the schoolyard was crowned ?

In a Hastings school conquest with the town folk watching

Harry saw his hopes and dreams shatter

into a hundred different pieces

over the tarmac floor

But unlike his namesake – he didn’t get any in his eye

Putting the bootlace back in his pocket

he sought reflection, under a nearby Horse chestnut tree

Maidens hearts fluttered as the crowd jumped and cheered

whilst lads in the playground greatly revered

the conker as hard as a diamond….

and its owner – William – the Conkeror!

A small note from inky…readers might be curious on the time in the piece….1066 transposed on a digital clock…and there’s 60 mins in an hour😉

Horse Chestnut Tree

This poem was originally written for Allpoetry.com

I’m posting it under the Daily post Challenge Tree

Horse Chestnut Tree

by Brian F Kirkham

Sat there regally, in his park,
with brothers and sisters in an arc,
The Horse Chestnut tree spends his day
watching the children and adults at play.
He’ll be there, sitting, every week
as little children play hide and seek
and others shelter in the sun
while eating sandwiches or a bun 

He shelters birds from passing rain,
and watches it flow down nearby drains
he protects those animals that don’t like to be pinned
by that autumnal passing wind

The Horse Chestnut Tree, is an amiable chap
and when all is quiet, he’ll take a nap
There’s only one thing – That drives him bonkers
when kids climb up him to pinch his conkers!

From little Acorns

#Day22 #Napowrimo #Nature #blogging101 #poetry

A little Acorn

takes its time

to grow into

a fine oak.

Small, Green, Unobtrusive

Fallen through air

Awaiting its time

in the sun

And when sand falls,

and bells begin chiming

it falls down swift

to a bed of soil

And if it’s lucky

A gardener will toil

tendering and tilling everyday

until the seed makes its own way

And the acorn will grow

to become a new tree

instead of a bird,

or squirrels lunch or tea

Ode to an Acorn

An acorn falls

down onto the green

with old oak leaves , around and between

there it sits, there, all alone

alongside the conker, or odd pine cone

food for the squirrels, or feathered birds maybe

more likely planted to become a new tree.