Tag: birds
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Ancient paths
I walked the path, glowing in the sunlight, trees leaning over dappling the way ahead, I walked where others had walked on the sun warmed stones pebbling the path. — I walked where thousands of others went, and listened to the warble of the blackbird watched the robin dance along the way keeping watch, as…
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Despair in Prayer
Waking early, once there was the dawn chorus, sitting in the garden, once there was a hum of bees, but some prefer glyphosate, and so, now the silence is shockingly growing at each gate. — Walking to the shops, once there was money in the poor woman’s purse, planning a Birthday, once there would have…
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The Hearth of the Multitude
The memorial bench, a seat in the mystery of time, where I can sit, and my heart swell with the beauty of the place where he sat and contemplated the view. __ The mist far out to sea cooled the sultry spring air, Silent, eyes closed, no wind and somewhere not far a bud opened,…
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Silence and Waiting
Twas evening, when the fishermen sail, the sun shifting to shine on other seas, Faintly glowing the far off stars herald the approaching night. — the light slowly recedes from the shore, as somewhere a wise owl calls from a wooded glade, where rested roosting birds ready to wake the dawn. — The silken skin…
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Seagulls
She landed heavily on the lawn, yellow beaked with bright red spot for a Pavlov response in their tiny brood of ever hungry chicks, grabs and fights and fusses over a few crumbs, flapping noisily those strong wings, holding her muscled body ready to fly off in an instant should cat or dog or gardening…
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House Martins in the Heights.
Swerving, circling, swiftly passing, peeling off, synchronised flying; feeling their freedom, it so thrills my soul, sharply they turn and soar to great heights, where spaces are clear, free and kind. —— Swooping, skating over the grasses gracing the top of Graig Fan Las and Bwlch Y Ddwyallt. Rising to the giddying heights of Cribyn…
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