Seeds

Waiting for the flowers

Poetry

Salford, 9th March 2019

A patch of earth on some barren land

Was turned over, fed and watered

Earth dug up in places on

Seeds or bulbs planted

Over the next few months, the process continued – and

Moments passed – until the arrival of a green leaf popping out of the ground

Expect rainbows of colour over the next few weeks.

Squirrel

Acrostic, Animals, Poetry

Octpowrimo, 29th October 2018

Signs that winter is on its way

Quite inquisitive fellow made his way across the garden fence

Under the fir trees and around the hyacinths

In search, of something

Round , red brown, and tasty to

Restock his larder for winter

Every now and then looking around, protecting his hide

Looking for morsels in every inch of the garden

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

 

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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