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Nature

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The hungry Heron

The hungry Heron

I heard the Daddy Moorhen yelp and yearn when I saw the hungry Heron in the burn.. Mammy Moorhen and her...

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Deep Blue

Deep Blue

Apollo's radiant eye,
Halfway obscured by the horizon,
Is a globe of fiery rutilance,
...

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Yon faraway forest ?

Yon faraway forest ?

As I gaze over the top of yon faraway forest I marvel at the different varieties I see.. Tall skyscraper...

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Haiku XXIV

Haiku XXIV

Warm is a log fire
Soft is milk with cream
Gentle is a butterfly’s broad wings

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Summer Wind

Summer Wind

Dry and incessant wind
rancorously blowing the trees,
devoid of Autumn hues,
dancing...

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The wiggly worm

The wiggly worm

Ahh the long lean wiggly worm blindly burrowing his rocky route thru the sodden soil.. as his boneless,...

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Natures night...

Sounds in the night

30/07/2020
Natures night...

Sunsets silhouettes settling,
Before the moon gives off a...

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Our Great Dame Mother...

Our Great Dame Mother Nature ❤️

A shadowy sunrise shines on yon husks of corn blowing midst a ripple effect in the early morn.. Such a...

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Our old Rowan tree ❤️

Our old Rowan tree ❤️

Oh look at yon rich ruddy red berries on our old Rowan tree.. you mean the whole wide world to me.. with...

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A kaleidoscope of...

A kaleidoscope of colourfulness

Like a kaleidoscope of colours saturates the eventide..crimson streaked orangey apricot hues horizons far...

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The world’s wonderful...

The world’s wonderful wetlands?

Seashells shimmering in the summery sunlight scattered amongst the sandy shore is such a splendid sight...

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Hibernating hole up’s

Hibernating hole up’s

Within the old wooden shed wilted leaves lie in a heap
Where a roundish prickly ball lies curled up...

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Mother Nature’s Glory

Mother Nature’s Glory

I am that gentle summer breeze that flutters thru the trees that changes into a ten force gale in a...

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He was a Seagull..

He was a Seagull..

He flew and he flew til’ he could fly no more resting in a wood.. there were oaks galore
And the...

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‘Busy bees on the hop’

‘Busy bees on the hop’

I hear a swarm of bees buzzing way up high
I see a black cloud of motion amass in the sky
I...

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Summer Sky

Summer Sky

The sovereign sun
paints in gold
the flowers and the fields,
and the drifting soft...