Burn

Camping, Fire, Outdoor Pursuits, Outdoors, Poetry

Burn

the triangle a simple one

heat air and fuel

started by a little spark

amongst the smallest of shavings

 

Little flame eating

everything around it

kept at bay

by logs and bricks

 

Starting off slowly

the flames begin to grow

dining on everything near it

apart from the Billy can above

 

bread on a green stick

changes with the dancing flames

from dough to delight in seconds

with help from the makeshift grill

 

smells of the barbecue

rise in the air

as backwoods sausages

add fuel to the flames

 

light and warmth

dancing slowly in the moonlight

till all that are left

are the glowing impish coals

 

staff of life

the end of life

for the fire that maintained life

Round the campfire circle

 

 

Driftwood

Acrostic, Animals, Poetry, Water

Salford, 3rd February 2018

Detritus floating en-masse down the ship canal

Readily aided by the boats and the water

Is floating aimlessly towards the basin gates

Full stop only happening upon hitting the booms where each stick gangs

Together forming a pretty pattern on the

Waters surface

Overjoyed geese, plunder the booty, piling

One large stick on top of another till a safe place for eggs has been built, whilst

Downstream, a boat with a foriegn name (and crane) is coming to pick up the leftovers

Stumped!

Garden, Industrial, Nature

Salford 13th July 2017

Stump

The powers that be

planted big deciduous trees

in the grounds of a locality

so it would look nice

for the men with money

 

The local kids – loved it

Playing games under the leaves

and climbing up high on the branches

getting a view of the boaters

on the watery basin

 

Change of heart

led to a start

where wood was taken apart

for parts of a chair

the kids – they just stared

 

Returning to the scene

of the crime extreme

either side of the lane

stumps of wood – showing grain

and locals anger does mount – all kids do is count

 

For what was the point

of cutting down a grand high tree

that caused no problems for any of thee

when all the wood from tree that’s bought

just goes into a chair – that makes you look short ?

Beaver

Acrostic, Animals, Poetry

#coloryourworld #cyw #beaver

Brilliant builder of wood based dams

Each one of your structures an individual masterpiece

As you carefully create each one from surrounding forests

Very careful in your construction, – from

End to end , each twig and branch fits to create a

Riverside home – fit for any waterside family

 

Interior

Acrostic, Home, Poetry

interior

 

2nd January 2017

It’s that place away from the winter weather,

never understated – because it’s yours

tables and chairs in the kitchen-cum-diner, settee and TV in the lounge

each room containing its own mark made by you

rugs with interesting patterns laid on hard wood floors

intrinsic patterns that took an age to fit

on the whole – its the way you thought it out, a

really nice, warm and inviting home.

Timber Corps

Historical, Industrial, Poetry, Work, World War II

A poem written by me on the timber corps of World War II

Timber Corps

Hail those ladies of great accord
who took on the mighty scots pine
the ones who were taught to handle great saws
and felled the woods in line
They strained with logs
to create the planks
and soldiers they all
gave their thanks
As the timber corps
strained their backs
moving the woods
for the soldiers shacksThey put in the hours, for a simple meal
the common goal, a worthy appeal
every worker, working like horse
all to aid the war time cause

And one and all
did not complain
working together
to lessen the strain