Poem Hunting - Dunnington - 14/06/13

Wind-blown thoughts scatter,
sown across fields,
yearning to fly.
Songs of foreign words
intrigue our senses,
lost in translation.

A distant chatter
from a faraway world
of unknown things.
We know by heart
the call of nature.
The feel of solid ground
urging us ever onward,
toward hearth and home.

(Silenced by the storm)

(c) 2013

Poem Hunting - Falkland - 25/05/13

We stalk silence
with heavy feet
in wooded dells
where deer feast
between queued trees,
ordered rows sublime.
Silence is splintered
by misplaced feet
and bounding dogs.

A sense of belonging
among the trees,
spirits of nature
calling us deeper.
Weeping eyes watch,
tears bring us home.
Bird and tree-song,
name whispering leaves.
Squirrels furtive, unseen!
Reality evades view
           Hide and Seek.

(c) 2013

Poem Hunting - Lomond Hills - 25/5/13

An unrequited competition,
chasing silent shadows.
Cattle grazing unworriedly,
mystery bird perching,
straining our eyes;
revealing the unseen
beyond our lenses.
Reluctant poem hunter
words trapped inside,
birth is awaited.

Upon rocky crags,
tripping over syllables
stumbling across truth
~stories in silence~
Elusive murmur afar,
tightly curled fiddleheads
whispering to themselves.
Secrets stolen on treacherous breezes,
skittering stones underfoot.
The wanderers return.

(c) 2013

Poem Hunting - Falkland - 21/05/13

Weary trees, fallen,
sleeping in moss,
worries set free.
A peaceful slumber
of nature's making.
The bee's song
amongst green hues
and euphoric birdsong
calling spirit forth
to dance in silent spaces.

Poem Hunting ~ 13th April 2013

We hold hands, contemplating our dreams
I take strength, our indomitable spirit
soars swiftly skyward,
fuelled by hope of brighter tomorrows.

Changing our views, we discuss planting
trees of wisdom, our living legacy.
Green and lush, heralding an era.

(c) 2013

Poem Hunting - Falkland - 05/04/13

Eyes in trees, tracking our progress,
beside lapping water and blood-stained stumps.
All the while enticing in beauty,
bathing in life, soaking in every
sun-kissed hue, cloud streaked sky
and dappled leaf.

Time to reflect on fallen hopes,
seeking energy amongst nature's
scattered melodies, trees torn asunder,
glimpses of woodpeckers, life flourishing anew.
Circle of life, our souls exalt;
brimming with light, bathed in joy,
healed by land.

(c) 2013