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I live a quiet life with my hubbie,pony, dogs,cats and birds in the mountains on the coast of Ireland.
My hobbies are :Music,Ballet, Art, writing and nature walks and gardening.
I cannot cook, but I grow things quite well
I enjoy all forms of poetry...........the more varied the better,
I have six children and 18 grandchildren, whom I adore. My hubbie is the main stay in my life as I am rather butterflyish
he keeps my wings pegged down
The Dawning
Listen
to the
silence just before dawn
then all hell breaks loose
with the chatter of finches
robins,magpies,starlings,rooks and sparrows
vying for attention at the same time
rather like humans in a heated debate arguing
incessant chatter and squabbles in high pitched voices screeching
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crescendo
shattered silence
as she enters
filling feeders with food
the eerie silence follows her
as they watch from high boughs
willing her to return tomorrow with food
as a ticking clock the noise resumes gradually
as they fight for survival in this world's garden
where man's pollution rules who lives and who dies.......
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Dandelions
As gentle as a babe's breath on a warm cheek
....these fragile whispers of nature flourish...
buttercup shades of yellow as warm sun..
during summer and autumn turning into
ghosts of former glory...
Spidery tendrils of skeleton reflections
of petals.. once rich gold... now blank
of colour...eerily beautiful... pure.
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The Gathering
Remembered scents of wood smoke
rising through now nude branches,
once resplendent in vibrant reds
and greens;
Children's laughter soaring as
the twisted curls of oak and ash,
elm and cherry fall back to earth
in a time honored tradition, merging
deep beneath the robes of autumn;
Roasted chestnuts,held cautiously
between fingers garbed with wool
then popped into ravenous mouths;
Tin foil covered potatoes thrown deep
into the ashes that glow, till turning
black; Their delicious centers fluffy
and hot, tempting even to those who
watch their figures;
Cool breezes mingle with the now
sinking sun leaving the creatures
of the night a last glimpse of summer's
glory in her dying throws and with her leaving
the spectrum of green and red, comes burnished
gold and frosted white.........
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