Nature walks in the heart of Bristol
There’s more wildlife than you might think on your doorstep, and more poetry too. Take a walk with me and find out.
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Unexpected Cowslips
Grasses swell from sun and rain, a sea of surging blades Briar and bindweed stretch and twist to strings and plaited braids Among the well worn lawns there looms a yellow blooming prize A Cowslip here among all things, a most welcome surprise
Gremlinized
Sommer trails are stitched across the varied Sommer lands Sommer levels trod by cows all marked by Sommer brands Sommer hills that tax the legs and ron amok with gears Sommer winds that blow and drag and fill the eyes with tears
Half Mown Hills
Far from England’s true born meadows Neglected lawns have turned to wilds Now freshly reaped I sense their echoes A sense of place so like a child’s Transported to a younger day When too I smelled the fresh cut hay
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