Two Squirrels

Poetry

twosquirrels

Promptuarium, 18th August

You meet all sorts in your local park

two furry vermine were scampering past the bowling green

when they both sought my advice on

where the tastiest seeds were

“The Hazel tree is off to the west,

but the Conker tree has started dropping its seeds”

I told them,

they paused , then headed for the conker tree

where they fed like kings

before nodding me a thank you

and scampering for some hazelnut dessert

Tend

Garden, Memories, Poetry

Salford, 9th February 2018

Tend

Plants need looking after when they’re little.

I remember , as a lad being given three packets of seed by my Grandad.

they never told me what was in those silver packets

but each day i’d go to my spot by the lawn, to see what popped out of the ground

and with watchful eye, my mum and dad helped me sort the weeds from the plants

whilst i watered the soil, when the clouds weren’t dropping the rain

and each day, slowly but surely, the little seeds grew

flowerheads hid away till the sunshine appeared

and on those days i’d water them with my watering can…

then one day the flowerheads opened

and a square of reds, pinks, oranges , yellows and blues surrounded the lawn

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

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

Granny Smith Apple

Colours, Garden, Poetry

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#Coloryourworld #cyw #Granny-Smith-Apple

Hanging from the tree

with your fellow breathren all

you grab your gardeners attention

to save you from a fall

 

Fruit crisp and fresh and juicy

In a basket you will go

on your way to a spring time picnic

in fresh breezes that do blow

 

Or maybe in baked goods you’ll end up

The youngsters they will try

your tasty self in a pastry

that’s known to all as a pie.

 

But best thing you’re scoffed in the playground

whilst your nice and crisp

and your seeds will go, into ground and grow

quicker than a willow-the-wisp

 

Tumbleweed

Film, Media, Nature, Poetry

#Coloryourworld #cyw #Tumbleweed

A funny little fellow

is the humble tumbleweed

beginning life

in the wind as a seed

 

Dependable in the desert

Guaranteed to sweep up

as it travels making cameo appearances

in every good western

 

Home for the children,

who leave when the moment comes

to follow mum and dad’s footsteps

in front of the film camera

 

Brothers, sisters, cousins, all

travel through desert wind – its rise and its fall

passing through wild west towns, roadsides and rock

resting in fields, and places where animals do flock

 

And as the wind turns, there’s quite a reaction

as tumbleweed moves through the scene

at words of “light , camera, action”

the cowboy film’s fans are more than keen.

Helicopters

Nature

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Not what you’re thinking – another of my nature poems – this time on the humble sycamore tree.

also appears on allpoetry.com

The seeds hang paired
from the branches of the tree
awaiting the time
and new places to see

 

Powered by the wind
the seed flies in th’air
as they leave the tree
without a care

And in the wind,
the seed it does turn
and flies off for miles
till a rest it does earn

and the helicopters land
on the soil lush and brown
leaving their seed
in a place in the ground

Sapling

Birds, Garden, Nature, Poetry

Down, in the forest, in established wood

A sapling now stands where an acorn once stood

He sat on the floor of green in the park

And ran his own gauntlet during day and the dark

Avoiding squirrels and dogs that would bark

And soon he’ll grow tall, reaching up into the sky

And up to his branches the birds they will fly.

As birds fly back from the east to the west

To create a new home in the tree that’s the best.