The French Marigold is more than
Just a pretty flower
of the daisy family
The Tagetes Patula is
actually
Native to Mexico and
Guatemala
With flowers of
blended red and yellow
Combine to give the
pleasing sight
Of the vibrant Golden
headed sentries
Along the herbaceous
borders edge
The Shrew has the look of a long-nosed mouse,
But it is not a rodent,
in fact it’s a cousin of the mole,
And they are foragers
where the find seeds, insects,
Nuts, and worms, in
leaf litter and dense vegetation
And will take advantage
of arable farmland fields
And reap the benefit
of corn, wheat and barley ears
My father made exceptionally good homemade wine
And it was his
passion, and he used nature’s larder
For his ingredients and
his favourite was Sambucus
Better known as Elder
or more often Elderberry
In spring he used the small
white or cream-colored flowers
For his Elder flower
concoction, then later in the season
He picked clusters of
small black, blue-black, or red berries
And produced his
locally renowned Elderberry Wine
Which was a fruity and
subtle drink with a spectacular bite
On my daily walks the Foxgloves thrive
Especially in a new
woodland clearing
And on the heath after
a devastating fire
But my favourite
display is on the rocky tops
Of the cliffs overlooking
the sea
A fearful hare goes to ground
And startled Pheasants
take flight
Where guns wait expectantly
For their quarry to
come into sight
They appear above the
guns
Then the ragged
volleys sound
Announcing the birds
death knell
And they fall
gracelessly to the ground
Where eager to please
gundogs,
Who think it’s a game
to play
Retrieve the birds and
drop them
Where the still
smoking cartridges lay
Winters wrath near sweeps me off my feet
As snow and ice join the skin stinging sleet
Who would be outside
during the bitter season
A sensible being would
need a good reason
To be wrapped up in
hat, scarf and glove
In the teeth of a
storm and for me it was love
The sounds of nature plays a symphony
In the summer, fall, winter
and spring
The rain and hail,
blizzard and storm
Even the wind in the trees has a song to sing
