Let the hedgerows prosper

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 )

Don’t blot it out

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

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

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 )