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Sunday, 31 October 2010

SACRED GROUND


There is nothing, for me, that quite compares to a good walk in a wood or forest, every one is different and has its own distinct 'personality'.
There is are significant differences between, for example, a Pine wood as compared to a wood of mixed decidious trees.
The wildlife habitats are so different, hence the biodiversity is also different.
'Younger' pine woods can be fun to explore but for me, ancient Engish woodland, undisturbed and unmanaged by man are the 'real' woods, this piece (I hope) reflects my love of such places.

SACRED GROUND
To walk among the Oak, Beech and Ash
The Silver Birch and Yew
Ancient mixed deciduous woodland
There is no finer view

This place is a haven for native species
A remnant of the past
Predating the planting of evergreen pines
Protected now at last

Exposed by the digging of fox or badger
Shells of Roman Snails can still
Be found beneath the trees
Upon this chalky down-land hill

For this is English woodland of old
Our natural history
Gnarled old Oaks dominate this wood
Behold the king of trees

This is truly sacred ground
There by God's fair hand
No man made temples or beliefs
To spoil this ancient land

To walk among the Oak, Beech and Ash
The Silver Birch and Yew
Ancient mixed deciduous woodland
There is no finer view.

Saturday, 23 October 2010

The Lakes in Autumn


Stevenage, where I live, can surely no longer be termed a 'New Town', it is a mature town and is actually full of 'Green Spaces', parks, woodlands, copses, green pathways etc.

By far the largest of these areas is Fairlands Valley, vast geen open spaces with lakes for boating, fishing, wildfowl etc. The series of lakes stretches throughout the park, it is a beautiful place to walk at any time of the year, but now, in autumn, as the trees are adorned with their autumnal leaves & winter visitors arrive at the lakes, with fewer people around, it's fabulous.


THE LAKES IN AUTUMN

As the late afternoon sun
Dips behind the trees
The waters reflect the sky
A calm serenity disturbed only
By the slightest of breezes
And the ducks and geese dabbling
Paddling at the waters edge
In search of tasty treats
On the grass beneath the trees
A pair of Crows argues over
A discarded crisp packet
Canada Geese graze like cattle
While the gulls settle
On the landing stage
Empty now
The boats lined up in neat rows
On the shore
Tarpaulins stretched tight
Protected against the coming winter
The trees wear their autumnal hues
Dressed now in yellow, brown, orange & red
As the sun starts to set
We stroll, wrapped up against the cold
Beside the lakes in autumn.