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The corn waves gently in the fields
apple trees so laden branches bow
walnuts and hazels so fat and swollen
all around are natures bounty's

smell the autumn aroma's
watch the tractors bring
the spoils from the fields
elderberries for the rich wine

combine harvesters gather in
turnips parsnips and beetroot
maize to feed the cattle
swede for the flocks of sheep

wheat to make our bread
hops rich fruity for our beer
berries gathered from hedgerows
juniper too for heavenly sloe gin

I love this time of year
when all comes to fruit
nature shares her bounty
with loving open hands

Sing your song of wonder,sing it loud and clear. Make your nest for its that time of year. Your mighty courage for one so small,the sky lit battles,yet you do not fall. You live with out riches,or falshey garb,christian icon you are.

We should not howl loud into the hollow
Announcing all the world is doom and gloom
For time march not like death to a gallow
Waiting for the ol' volcano to plume

Forty years and forty nights an eon
Time measures deeper into space than light
Make our needs to suffer oblivion
Dulling our senses that once shone so bright

For fruits of our labor decay to dust
When the fading sky will swallow the sun
When great cracks rip across the earth's dry crust
The moment comes when darkness thus begun

Nothing safe but our spirit in the wind
Like a lonely owl keeping one eye skinned

Beneath the stately Tove doeth live
The Snaghagtooth most fierce
Should you venture within these woods
Your safety be not assured

All around there’s creatures fierce
On land or in the air
Some in treetops most deadly live
Skylourking to the ground

Beneath the soil not very deep
The burrowing Slather doeth dwell
Hither and thither they do seek
Come up to feed at times

So wiggle waggle quickly through
Do not gaily meander
Eyes keep peeled there’s danger near
God speed, safely to other side

Spread your petals wide as you open the gates of spring. Your nector given by the gods, healing the sick far and wide. Flowers of bloom keep away gloom as treasures you hide. Your talisman protects, as fairies dance inside. Bringer of love with potions that cupid arrow glide.

The Alpha she wolf slipped away
she headed for the outcrop
where she had a den deep in the ground
she knew her time was near
her mate watched her go
knowing he would not be welcome
that she would birth alone
only once their eyes were open
would she let him near
for the meantime he would hunt
leave food by the entrance
while snug and warm within the den
the pups were born nine in all
at three weeks she led them out
letting them play and explore
now she welcomed her mate
proudly she showed off her pups
together they led them down the valley
to where the rest of the pack rested
each one in turn was introduced
now their care would be done by all
the young females would help to nurse
while the immature males would baby sit
for this is how a pack raises the pups
after the adults return from hunting
the pups will jump and bite at their throats
until they regurgitate the meat from the kill
eating until gorged then they sleep and grow
waiting for the day to come
when they will start the cycle over again

Sitting on my porch having a beer
In the distance the waves I hear
This spot I have found
Is rare and I have been around

Ive travelled afar but nothing compares at hand
To the peace and beauty Ive found the good land
Its a magical place
This is truley a soulful space

Im a very fortunate man
To live so close to the sea and sand
The sound of the waves on a still night
fills me full of sheer delight

I sit back with my fire
Look up and see as many stars as you could desire
My surf board leans upon the wall
In the surf today I had a ball

I paddled amongst the dolphins
Made me smile so much i had four chins
Dolphins are magical beings
I never get sick of again seeing
them catch a wave along my side
and together sharing that special ride

I slap my hand upon the waters crystal surface
The dolphin slaps his tail replies on purpose
hes saying hey that was such fun
Lets catch another one

I finish and make my way in all wet
and stand and watch the beautiful sunset
Walk on home and sit on my porch content
watching my fire and feeling spent
I feel its nothing that i lack
when im sitting here and kicking back

Awake at dawn to the cold feel of the valley air
My swag wet from the night dew
The sun not yet above the mountain ranges
The faint smell of the ocean lingers
I stand and with wet feet and admire her perfect form
Picking up my beauty with my swag upon my shoulder
I venture toward the sound that bekons me
The trail wet and cold but the air so crisp
I breach the tree line and stand in awe
I cant see the break clearly amongst the sea mist
But the rumble is unmistakable
My heart races my stomach in knots with nerves
I rest my belongings down changing into my suit
Its still wet from the day before unable to dry in the cold night air
I make my way toward the shore line
my feet enter the water goosebumps make my skin tighten
Its then I get a glipse of the offshore spray leaving the peak
the peak of a wave so large it makes me tremble
its at this moment I feel alive my senses all magnified
I take a deep breath as i hit the water
its here the time to make my way
into the mist

He slinks through the forest
nary a leaf stirring in his wake
a powerful cat of great grace
hunted by man for his fur and teeth
his is a solitary life which puts
his future at risk in the wilds
only by mating with another white
will he produce white cubs
he is a stealth hunter
he sneaks up on his prey
quickly snapping its neck
he pulls it into cover
and eats at his leisure
his haunting blue eyes blazing
as he hears a noise nearby
silently he pads of to investigate
no other male will he tolerate
this time its just a female
their territories overlap
once they would have lived far apart
now forced into close contact by man
their habitat now vastly shrunk
no wild sighting have been confirmed
for over 50 years

I climbed to find your source
up the slippery slopes of shale
getting prickled by the gorse
I looked back over the dale

following your trickle down
as you widen and flow
far below I see a town
your waters now grow

the trickle now a stream
waters gush over the rocks
becoming now a scream
as you pass the gamecocks

ever widening as you go
dancing as down you bounce
a rabbit peeks out of its burrow
as you skip and flounce

onwards to the valley
there to join the river
slowing as you pass the abbey
where boats lay at anchor