Nature Poems

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Nature Poems

THE SURREY HILLS

I walked along a hill top path
With my old dog Jake
Beneath a cloudless sky of azure blue
The path led us into a sparsely wooden copse
Its leafy canopy defused the strong sun
And provided welcome shade
I decided to rest a while in the cool shadows
I slipped off my back pack
And sat against a trees trunk
I wiped the sweat from my brow
Before taking a bottle from my pack
I poured water into a bowl for Jake
And took a generous swallow for myself
Then I lit my pipe and relaxed
In an aromatic cloud and enjoyed the scene
Specks of sunlight dappled the ground
And midges danced around the sunbeams
As Jake chased the shadows
The time came to move along
And we followed the path back into the sun
And onward along the ridge
After a long slow crawl up the ever steepening path
We reached the summit and were duly rewarded
To see the countryside stretching far to the south
Spread like a great patchwork quilt
This perfect view from the Surrey hills

REBORN

Mountain snows thawing
Swollen rivers causing
Nature dormant awakening
Newlife into breathing
Sprouting shoots arriving
Early cherry blossoming
Annual event occurring
Life’s cycle repeating
Spring time refreshing
Simple senses pleasing
Gods design believing

REAWAKENED

Nature Reawakened
As The Long Winter Dies
Naked Boughs Are Dressed
Spring Causing Sap To Rise
The Resounding Birdsong
Fills Again The April Sky’s
And The Warming Earth
Releases Daff’s And Narcissi’s

SUMMER GARDEN

Suspended Baskets Spill Scented Color
Gently Swinging In The Summer Breeze
Pollen Drifts Unseen in the Fragrant Air
Causing Sufferers to Cough and Sneeze

Maids Scantily Clad In Pastel Colors
Girls Wearing Little to Keep Them Cool
Scanty Outfits Set Men’s Pulses Racing
The Men Who Watch Sit Back and Drool

Men in Shorts Wear Socks with Sandals
Middle-aged Women Dressed Up As Lamb
Deciding To Satisfying Their Appetite
Eating Sandwiches of Cheese and Ham

Lunch Consumed and Glasses Emptied
The Drink Is Drunk So No More Boozing
Homeward Now They Make Their Way
To End the Day by Dozing or Snoozing

Babies Asleep in Buggies or Prams
Children Laugh From Slide and Swings
The Garden Full Of Carefree Chatter
Roaring Trade Till the Last Bell Rings

SUNLIGHT DANCING

Bright sunlight dances across the open water
Glinting like diamonds in the soft march winds
The surface occasionally broken by rising fish
Far-reaching ripples expand as a splash rescinds

Without warning the morning peace is shattered
The silence broken by breeding ducks in a brace
Flying and gliding effortlessly in perfect harmony
Until clumsily hitting the water with a lack of grace

An intruder and his dog appears on the lakeside path
The alarm is raised by geese honking frantically
Adult swans noisily adopt their defensive stance
Huge wings out-spanned and charge dramatically

The once tranquil scene is lost in a cacophony
All the nesting wildfowl have now been alerted
The intruder and his dog disappear along the path
The peace returns now the danger has been averted

Bright sunlight again dances across the water
Glinting like diamonds in the soft march winds
The surface occasionally broken by rising fish
Far-reaching ripples expand as a splash rescinds

OLD WATER

Why does mineral water?
That Started in the mountains
As melting snow and ice
Feeding streams and fountains
And has trickled through
Granite rock and slate
For countless centuries
Need to have a 'use by' date?

MORNING GLORY

It was in the bright spring morn
The birds awoke at crack of dawn
Though the light was still dim
They hop twixt branch and limb
Day begins with the dawn chorus
And starts the day for all of us

SPRING IS SPRUNG

Hallelujah
Its spring again
With warm sunshine
In between showers of rain

Hallelujah
The spring is here
It’s such a joy
All at once the senses clear

Hallelujah
Spring has begun
New life everywhere
All at once cobwebs are gone

Hallelujah
Its spring once more
This one is better
Than the one we had before

Hallelujah
Its spring again
Not so clever
When you’re caught in the rain

Hallelujah
The springs nearly over
Bloody showers
Still it will soon be summer

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NATURAL MUSIC

Bird song abounds like a symphony
Scripted by natures unseen composer
Conducted by the baton of an invisible maestro
The shrill woodwinds
Of Blackbirds, Finches, Thrush and the Tit family
While the Cuckoo sets the time
And a Woodpecker beats a rhythm
The breeze move the leafy canopy
Like vibrant cascading strings
Timbers creek and strain adding percussion
Rutting Stags and distant plaintive cries
A Fox cry and a Peacock’s call
Water fowl and cooing Doves
Underscored by the beating wings of birds in flight
Insects join the improvised symphony
Droning Bees and Dragonfly
A symbol crash as a Duck enter the water
A waterfall adds the rolling kettle drum
Distant thunder booms like a bass drum
And Xylophonic drops of rain hit the lake
While a Swan gracefully dances
Across the water in perfect harmony
God in heaven the impresario
Of mother natures philharmonic company

A PASSING CIVILIZATION

Fast food packaging
Hits the ground
As a car passes
Paper cups dance
In the artificial breeze
As a lorry passes
In the shrubbery
Tin cans and wrappers lie
As a pedestrian passes
Tickets, receipts, cartons
Bottles, tins and old refrigerators
Each successive piece surpasses
But nature will overcome
Our laziness and contempt
When our tenancy passes

DAWN

The distant mountains
Pale in the mist
Reach up to the sky like children
Waiting to be kissed

As the sun comes slowly into view
It turns the vast sky blue
Birds awaken bright as the day
As if to chase the night away

LOOK AT THEM

They appear morning
Noon and night
They swell and grow
Rise and fall
And dissolve and shrink
They are sometimes thick
Sometimes thin
They are sometimes dense
Sometimes transparent
They move fast and slow
They cross treetops and fields
Lakes and seas
Homes and factories
Deserts and swamps
Tropical rainforests
And arctic tundra’s
They are beautiful and familiar
Strange and dramatic
They are myriad in form and shape
A face, a mountain, a fish
They are brown and gray
Steel blue and black
Yellow and gold
Lilac and pink
But mostly clouds are white

STORM FRONT

The gulls screech and scream
Swooping above the cliff top
On the waves below white horses ride
As the tide surge is broken to a stop

Fishing boats appear to dance
Driven by the weather to the south
They make slow progress in the swell
As they bob towards the harbour mouth

As the weather quickly closes in
The gulls desert the cliff top
Making their way inland to safety
Waiting patiently for the storm to stop

PERFECT PARADISE

The crystal waters
Wash gently onto
Virgin white sand
Untrod by man
Unspoiled by technology
And no vapour trails
Mark the azure sky

The trees untended
Lay where they fell
The coconuts un-harvested
But for the wind
Lay untouched also

They beach stretched
As far as the eye could see
Far into the distance
Un-marked and un-scarred
No buildings
No phone masts
No pylons
No wind farms
Or streetlights
The only sounds to be heard
Were the waves breaking,
The gentle breeze in the palms
And assorted birdcalls
No gunfire
No car alarms
No train whistles
No sonic booms
Or traffic
Just a perfect silence

No flotsam of plastics and tins
Littered the beach
Just endless white sand’s
And perfect blue skies
The rustles of palm fronds
And warm scented breezes
So where is this paradise?
It’s in the long distant past

ROSES ARE RED

Rose’s are red
Violet’s are blue
Daisy’s are white
Lily’s are too

Poppy’s are red
Iris’s are blue
Panzy’s are varied
Petunia’s are too

Ruby’s are red
Saphire’s are blue
Pearls are white
Jazmin’s are too

Marigold’s are orange
Hyacinth’s are blue
Holly’s are scratchy
Heather’s are too

May’s are white
Fern’s are green
Ivy’s are variegated
And very often seen

Busy Lizzie’s
Colours are many
And Honeysuckle
Doesn’t wear any

KING GEORGE’S PARAKEETS

It was unbearably hot
Unbearably humid
Even breathing was exhausting
Overcome with fatigue
I parked my jeep at the roadside
In a shaded spot
I recline my seat
And pulled my hat over my eyes
And tried to grab forty
My shirt was soaked with sweat
And stuck to me and the seat
It was no good I couldn’t sleep
It was the constant noise
But not from the traffic
Rumbling by
It was the birds
Squabbling parakeets
Hundreds of them
Chattering and squawking
I gave up trying to nap
And got back underway
You come to expect this
Next to an Australian highway
But not parked in a lay-by
Next to a reservoir in Staines