Look at the colours.
Breathe that air.
Kick through those leaves.
Just because they’re there.
Snap that stick.
Kick that stone.
Feel the sun.
Feel at one.
Leave the world
Forget your life,
the daily grind.
Imagine that tree
is a castle tall.
Imagine kicking that stone
didn’t hurt at all.
And the leaves fell
With the sound of rain
But I didn’t notice
No, I didn’t notice
Because I was too busy
Being nine again.
Pictures were taken at Denmark Farm 1st November 2016
Words fail me…but not for long
I don’t write poetry very often (and you can see why):
When Joni Mitchell sang “put away that DDT”
“Give me spots on my apples and the birds and the bees”
I have to say I absolutely agree
You can’t kill nature chemically.
Monsanto and their buddies have patented the soil
You sign up to them – wadda ya get for your toil
The answer, my friend, makes my blood boil
They make you spray your field with leftover oil!
I know “Big Everything” only cares about its stocks
Value for its shareholders, for its ever-faithful flocks
I didn’t think they could invent any more shocks
BUT NOW THEY’RE PUTTING BIOCIDE IN MY SODDING SOCKS!!