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
Central to most trees fruit
Oranges pears apples or bananas
real safe centres … some soft some hard. Most
Edible, but the centre and their pips are quite woody
Salford, 9th February 2018
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
Saturday 20th May 2017
During a dandelion seeds travels
each one rises up into the air,
some travel further than others
carried by the wind
eventually though, they gently drop to
nearby ground, where after a short rest they become
dandelions new, with bright yellow flowers
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
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
#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
#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.
Not what you’re thinking – another of my nature poems – this time on the humble sycamore tree.
also appears on allpoetry.com
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
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.
