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Flowers Garden Nature Poetry

Soil (II)

An acrostic by inky, in response to the daily post prompt

Soil

Some people – call it the ground

One of natures building blocks

If you looked at it – from deep below – you would call it

Life itself

 

Several different creatures – they call it home

On occasion , they climb out of their earthy house for a drop of sun

Insects , worms and nocturnal mammals

Like living underground

 

Some plants – enjoy being

Outside, like trees and bushes, whilst others like

Indoors, mostly because of the weather – all are

Linked by the substance around their roots

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Animals Garden Nature Outdoors Parks

Hidden

Hidden

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In the green of the park

Never miss a moment

Vast numbers of creatures live

In every nook and cranny across the field of grass

Some, sleep in the wood – whilst others live

In the ground, pushing up the grass you play on

Birds nest hide away – but you have to

Look closely after grabbing their food they hide

Enjoy your game of Hide and seek – with such luck – you might get a peek!

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Colours Nature Poetry Seasons

Spring greens

#Coloryourworld #cyw #spring-green

From down in the ground

on cold winter ❄️ months

long 🍃 leaves take time to grow.

 

As their heads pop up from the ground

rejoice! For their dark green foliage

utimately signal

mother nature fancies a change of scene

 

the mercury rises

and the flowers 🌺 are coming

spring has arrived.

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Garden Nature

Underground

underground

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What’s that sound

That’s not above ground ?

Under your feet

and way down the street

below the grassy mound

somethings digging around

making its way

from point a to point b

wild creature moving

off home for some tea

and on way it moves soil

pushing grasses above head

making lawns lush

before heading for bed

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Animals Dragons Myths Poetry

Dragon’s Fire

A tale of a Dragon, written by me for a contest in Allpoetry.com.

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See that crack down on the ground ?
Quick – retreat – and don’t make a sound!
For underneath your step and leap,
a dragon lies – he’s fast asleep.

A rumble of traffic overhead
as he lies sleeping in his bed
dreaming of days long ago
flying over mountains covered in snow

Chasing the longboats of Viking hordes
taking trophies of shields and swords
with rumble of lorries – sometimes he wakes
and creates what the scholars calls – an earth quake

so careful where you step,

on that crack in the tiles
the dragons fire’s dormant…

(at least for a while!)