Poems

Welsh Sky Dragons

Welsh Sky Dragons

Look up, you’ll see Welsh dragons play,
Breathing fire for St David’s day!
Smoke and mirrors,
throwing flames,
Sweeping wings & dragon games!
They hide away in heavy cloud,
Trying not to be too loud.

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St David’s Day

St David's Day

Golden trumpets standing proud,
Lift your heads & sing aloud!
Join together, proudly sway
To celebrate St. David’s Day!
Strong & steadfast, traditional, true,
A fiery dragon rendezvous!

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The Mystic Path

The Mystic Path

Silently, follow the mystic path,
Don’t be fooled by the photograph!
At first glance all looks peaceful, calm,
A wooded haven of forest charm,
But slow is the action that’s hard to see,
Of teaming life & busy bees.

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The River Lugg

The River Lugg runs wild and free,
Splashing sounds in symphony,
Gracefully swirling bank-edged bends,
A confluence of nature, dives and wends.
Leaping & skipping through vale and hill,
Over rock and boulder, no keeping still!

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Hands Of Nature

Hands of Nature

Wounded, stark boughs, limbs that have toiled,
Worked through the land, weathered & spoiled.
Cracked, open surfaces,
battered & broken,
No twisted hedge tales are heard, or yet spoken.
Arthritic forms reach high for salvation,
Desperately seeking their rightful ovation.

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Secrets

Secrets

I tell all my secrets to wizened old trees,
They capture them, whispering, past leaves on the breeze.
My secrets seep slowly through gnarled, crusty bark,
Creep under their roots where it’s damp, cool & dark.
Trees will not share trust, though they’ll rustle & quiver,
On cold winter days boughs will rattle & shiver.

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Nature’s Valentine

A poem of love,
forged by heart, through my hand.
Please pause, and listen, then you’ll all understand.
No words for a lover, no flowers for a friend,
Hear the sounds of my heartbeat
In these words that I’ve penned:

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Snowdrops

I’ll paint a blanc picture, to shine pure & white,
An artistic impression of springtime in flight.
First, the outline; crafted green shoots,
Pushing up, light-bound from bulbous, pale roots.
The punishing battle through hard Winter frost,
The toils of the icy ground, all worth the cost.

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Wintertime Tree

Wintertime tree, just look at you!
Magnificent there, with your wild hairdo!
Devoid of plumage, there’s little sound,
Until the burly wind roars round!
But lucky you, although you’re old,
You won’t be permanently bald!
Seasons change, and so will you,
Another day, another do!