Old trees I can see very clear,
Listening to different birds singing and nesting down the years.
I can smell flowers sat under this old tree.
I am just a person, not a bumble bee,
feeling a breeze in the air!
But just sat here I don’t care.
Kids running, crunching the paths.
Animals shrieking and feeding from earth.
Garlic in your nose.
Garlic on your fingers.
Garlic in your mouth.
Garlic in your pockets.
The dusk is damp.
The dusk is safe.
The dusk is strange.
The dusk is friendly.
I close my eyes and
imagine drinking hot chocolate
in Noah’s Ark.
I close my eyes and
pretend I’m an emperor
Going through the doorway into
the secret garden
there is the pond under
the canopy of twisted branches.
All around and all above are
the tweets and woos
and whistles and songs
crunches and snaps below.
Earth and wind and pond
richness freshness life
only in this moment
THAT HEART BEATING BIRD
I see the pretty flowers
beneath the trees
and smell the vegetables
and hear the birds and ducks and
touch the trees growing up
and hear people playing guitars
on the grass and singing as well,
feeling happy to be seeing nature
and smelling the fresh air
in the park and taking pictures
of the flowers.
Very low skinny trees and traffic
The sky and birds jumping
Flowers and a dog barking
Ferns and fresh air
Twigs crunching underfoot
Acorns and the smell of wood
Birds whistling to each other
Soil on my boots and a gentle breeze
Leaves and branches
The sight of a fox trotting along
Women with binoculars looking relaxed
And Rae with camera
I can see blue skies,
tall trees almost touching each other
acorns on the ground and a log decaying.
I can hear traffic and
footsteps on the ground,
birds whistling to each other.
Fresh air and the scent of wood.
Enjoying what I am seeing
I do not see
a stick by my foot
and nearly lose my balance.
Feeling jolly and awake,
this takes me back to when I was 6 years old.
I can see my young self playing with
no care in the world – a pure feeling of joy.
I wandered in Orford Park
one bright cloudy day.
It brought back many memories
of when I lost my way.
Back in 1980
under the spell of an evil king
I used to scream blue murder
when I looked into my ring.
Serpents and things flew in the sky
as the sun did set.
All the old men shrieked,
“Shut up you noisy get!”
It may as well have been 1409
when souls were on fire
on a giant bonfire
that glowed beneath the pyre.
Ashes blew about
in the morning wind –
just smell the ashes
from the souls that have been binned.
IN PARRS WOOD
Blossoms swaying and new leaves growing
The cracking of twigs and pigeons cooing
Damp earth and the smell of pine trees
Bouncy pine needles and cool air on my hand
Soft earth underfoot and the warmth of a smile
Rhythm of tyres on speed bumps and dogs barking
The smell of a new wooden fence and dried May blossom
Branches waving and fluffy clouds
Well-tended herb garden and layers of green leaves
Birds talking and distant fireworks
Damp earth again as I walk on and more pine trees
Togetherness and light fading
Insects zigzagging and a crow flying
The whoosh of car engines and a train
Scent of wildflowers and garlic bushes
Happy and relaxed I remain