History lies beneath our feet
peel it back – such a treat
bog lands, moors, highlands all
stories that in truth enthral.
There are those who do not care
no respect for values – rare
concrete jungles, carbon copies
felling trees – killing poppies.
Our future lies within the past
lessons learned forgotten fast
take a moment, think about
nature’s beauty – don’t blot it out.
Jpoet7 ( #dolan317 )
A simple moment in time
The garden came alive with birdsong, Swifts, starlings, swallows swooped swiftly beneath the trembling leaves of chestnut trees. Robins, sparrows, tits were busy feeding on disturbed aphids. Raindrops delicately poised on scarlet fuchsia tips as scattered leaves danced amongst the buttercups. A moment spent in tune with nature.
Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )
Demise of a covid hedgehog.
Lulled into a false sense of security. Harry headed home to the leafy comforts of a warm nest. For the past few weeks it had been unusually quiet. There was a definite feeling of spring in the air. Harriet his constant companion for many years was following slowly behind.
They had crossed the motorway on numerous occasions with little difficulty. Today should have been no different. Harry made his way to the dew laden grass on the far side. In touching distance of home he turned – waited.
Harriet by then was in the middle of the road. A powerful light blinded him – noise like thunder frightened him – the earth trembled. He was left all alone.
Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 )