A Walk in the Hills

Terry Trainor By Terry Trainor, 12th Jan 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/14nh5waq/
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On a clear blue summer day two friends take a walk in the hills. The scenes are beautiful the day fragrent.

A Walk in the Hills











At noon we sat down under a large old oak tree on a wild hillside with masses of rocks,
The day was very warm and I took off my knapsack and rested by the foot of an old tree,
Below was a spread of orchards, next to meadows, and the glades sat with watery mead's,
Above, a beech forest that stretched, many miles the greenery touching the white clouds,
White clouds in a beautiful blue sky, shapes constantly changing shape, in a light cool wind.

Looking around there was much to see, there were lapwings and golden plovers in the trees,
Down below in a meadow a carter was leading a pair of horses off to plough a grassy field,
Then a fox crept from a hedge into a ploughed field and dropped right down into a furrow,
On a flooded mead a Great Crested Grebe dived under the water looking for some fresh fish,
And the water looked like sheets of polished glass and the sun reflected great rods of beams.

The track we walked soon vanished and then lofty pillars of beach-boles with thick canopies,
The earth was brown, withered leaves scattered amoung small pieces of rock green with wet moss,
Here and there were shallow bogs with the 'touch-me-not' plant with bright yellow flowers,
A plant whose name gives significant caution, as where it grows, there is treacherous footing,
Legend says mountain climbers make their peace with God if they meet some in a rocky crag.

Half an hour's progress and we were going in the right direction the scene was impressive,
As we wandered through woods with no out let visible the shade was heavy, deep and silent,
Then through a gap in far off trees was an opening and buttercups formed a carpet of gold,
On a bough was a Goldcrest the smallest British bird, he hopped from twig to twig for insects,
Their tiny nests made from mosses and spiders webs, slung underneath the branch of a tree.

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Beach Trees, Flower Carpet, Flowering Plant, Moss, Moss Green, Rocks, Rocks And Minerals

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author avatar Terry Trainor
I am a Poet.
My passion is to write about nature and the history of nature.

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author avatar Stella Mitchell
12th Jan 2013 (#)

This is lovely Terry . I have to dash , but will read it more thoughtfully later.
Bless you Stella

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author avatar cnwriter..carolina
12th Jan 2013 (#)

You are so good at describing the verdant countryside...always love reading these...thank you Terry

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author avatar Terry Trainor
13th Jan 2013 (#)

Thank you cn. You are very kind

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author avatar Stella Mitchell
12th Jan 2013 (#)

Back for a second read ,this time more in depth Terry .That is so interesting about the ' touch me not ' flower , and Goldcrests are among my favourite birds , they are so beautiful . This really is a lovely write .
Bless you
Stella

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author avatar Terry Trainor
13th Jan 2013 (#)

Hi Stella thank you for your kind comments.

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
13th Jan 2013 (#)

Vivid description of nature, Terry, that covers every detail - siva

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author avatar Terry Trainor
13th Jan 2013 (#)

Thank you Siva, a gentlemen as aways. Thank you my dear friend.

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author avatar Delicia Powers
23rd Jan 2013 (#)

lovely poem and view...:0)

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