Glory at this beauty made

Walk softly fear of fairies wake
A moment in their footsteps take
Silence in this lichen land
In wonderment of nature stand .

Lost a moment’s solitude
Scent an air of life imbued
A canopy of rustic shade
Glory at this beauty made.

A thousand years of history
Within a single tree
Let’s marvel at its chemistry
Walk on, let it be.

Lough Errit walk

When vegetables are all we grow

When vegetables are all we grow.

Harriet Holstein hurried-worried.
Having heard casual conversations-vegetarians-vegans-
voicing vegetable varieties- problems presented by populated pollutants
who should for the sake of future generations
be removed from the fields
to grow lentils-beans and other such yields.
Greta goat giggled-Peter pig pondered.
What a peculiar world it would be,
no animal to see.
Where would they all go-
into a zoo-
put on a show-
where will it all end-
whose to know-
when vegetables are all we grow.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )