NATURE
WALK
BY
FIONA CUMMINGS
Passing the purple petals
The cruel nettles
Unforgiving as they hide beneath the
long grasses
Taking in the herbs in line for
the pestles
Walking by the riverside
Tiny ducklings trying to hide
From birds above as they glide
Mother ducks being protective
Drakes sussing the flowing waters
Like a detective
Making sure all is well
As the rain falls
The banks swell
Winds blow
Monstrous trees look unsteady
As cutting machines get ready
To make the walkway safe for you
and me
Trees bow
A squawk from a crow
As if to warn of a storm
A stag, doe and a fawn
Huddle together
Sheltering from the weather
I take a seat on an oak
That has seen its last day
It shall now go up in smoke
For the cottages along the
pathway
In dark damp days
These beautiful trees will be a
haze
A fog in the sky
I sit and sigh
Getting wet from the drops
But loving the views
The crops
The different colours of green,
yellows and blues
Narrow paths through the valleys
Looking down at the mud on my
welly’s
Cold now, legs like jelly’s
But I don’t want to go home
It’s peaceful here
Sitting alone
With only nature
Just wondering
About our future
What will happen to our wonderful
land
I wish I could make people
understand
Our gift from God is being destroyed
If only we could be saved
By whatever is hiding beyond the
clouds
These beautiful sounds
Tweets, squeaks
Howells from the
hounds
Branches beating in time
With cascading waters
Falling onto rocks and slate
Passing through the rickety gate
Under trees much shorter
Forming a boarder
Framing the Rooty path
Watching a blackbird having a bath
I shall come here again
Not sure when
But very soon
The day is ending
I can see the moon
Winds blow
Branches are bending
Yeah, time to go
© Fiona Cummings
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