A poetic licence to experiment
To know that you are near.
At times I think-I do not know
When flowers in my garden grow
They bloom when I am low
Is it to do with nature’s spirit
Graceful-elegant-standing tall
That claret rose will call
Or through life’s thistles-
in your warm embrace
you wrap me
For a moment bring me cheer
A smile-happy tear
A comfort just to know you’re near.
Jpoet7 ( wordverse.me )
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.
Recent visits to our local lake. County Roscommon
Let the hedgerows prosper
Wild grasses weave, softly sway
Nature’s children come out to play
Brighten up the dullest Day
In that essential-mindful way.
A beauty that we must display
Dash that driveway to decay
Create a space-a habitat
Wipe our feet on a welcome mat.
Open our eyes it’s plain to see
That cutting down a living tree
Burning forests-killing bees
Will not set us free.
Confine us to a concrete hell
Underneath a corporate spell
Where grey suits mine a money well
Swiss accounts, pockets swell.
Let our countryside survive
Let our hedgerows thrive
Keep that sparkle in our eyes
Turn that corner-it will surprise.
Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )
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