Seed

The Race

Birds, Poetry

T

They’ve waited around
practicing their manoeuvres
up and down the canal side
mastering approaches

Eyes focused
for a signal
and a time
and a place of green

Spring afternoon
perfect conditions
for old friends
to compete against each other

Superstar sportsmen
can only sit and watch
as gladiatorial battles take place
on the terracotta tiles

Spectators look on
from vaulted vantage points
up high and looking down
on the contest below

As they take their positions
and wait for the starter
spreading the breadcrumbs
across the walkway

Little bird

Accidents, Acrostic, Character, Nature

Salford 1st March

Like a bullet

It flew down the street

Towards the other side of the dual carriageway and

The waterside

Local cats, couldn’t catch him

Even if they tried – he was too far up to reach

Before our feathered friend

Islands of Plenty – with seeds galore

Ready to be eaten by our feathered friend and his chums

Dropped on a patch of green

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

Billy the Conqueror

Childhood, Fun, Poetry, Schooldays, Tale

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

Nature, Parks, Poetry

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

Nature, Outdoors, Parks, Poetry

#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