A walk in the Woods

Terry Trainor By Terry Trainor, 15th Jan 2017 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/3ivfjg85/
Posted in Wikinut>Writing>Poetry>Narrative

A walk in the countryside gets rid of the cobwebs, makes a person feel alive and happy. Like they have done something constructive with their day.

Early Summer Morning

In the dampness of a an early summer morning I could smell wet peat and rotting bark that had fallen from some older trees,
I moved an old grey log laying in leaf mould, there were hundreds of creepy crawlies scurrying, doing what creepy crawlies do,
Thick green leaves on trees blocked out most of the light and it’s hard to believe there was a new sun rising from the east.
But you could see brightness in the distance, most of it hidden by great trunks of trees but when you looked hard, there it was.

Hedgerows

Walking towards the light I came to the edge of the woods and a hedgerow separated me from a field that had been left to fend for itself, forgotten,
A hundred birds sang their songs from hawthorn branches protected by deadly thorns away from a hovering sparrow hawk.
Red berries hung in clusters and now and again a bird would stop singing and peck the fruit chewing it down to the pip.
As each bird chewed in prickly branches their eyes stared all around and their heads swiveled as the sparrow hawk passed over.

Track in the Woods

I stood on the other side of these bushes on a hard worn path of mud and stones, a track formed by old wooden wagons and tractors,
And thought of a time when this hedgerow was a hive of activity, bodgers turning wood into chair legs and weaving baskets of twigs,
Wild flowers had taken the field over, people call them weeds they’re not weeds, just beautiful flowers in the wrong place,
So a morning scene was set, a dark mysterious wood behind me and a field of colour stretching into an unspoiled distance.

Flowers in the Woods

As usual I sat down and got a red apple from my windcheater pocket, for some reason it’s always wrapped in a handkerchief,
Smaller birds swooped into the wetter grass catching a dragonfly or a gnat then swooping up again high into a blue morning sky,
And again, as usual early sun caught dew drops on poppy petals and made them sparkle, enhancing an already beautiful flower,
Then I think to myself, how can this be a forgotten field, it’s only people that forget them not the things of nature, the thing that really matters.

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author avatar LOVERME
17th Jan 2017 (#)

very lovely long time no see Terry

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author avatar Terry Trainor
18th Jan 2017 (#)

Thank you my dear friend.

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author avatar Terry Trainor
18th Jan 2017 (#)

Thank you Peter

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author avatar LOVERME
20th Jan 2017 (#)

Frost went on horse back why r u walking
in jungles one can lose ways
take care T Ttrainor world needs ur poetry

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author avatar Mariah
19th Mar 2017 (#)

I agree with the maestro..write on Terry we need your poetry xxx

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author avatar LOVERME
1st Apr 2017 (#)

thanks mariya
you have not forgotten me
as you named me the
maestro
since then
now I have climbed the Poets
tree
every one wants to see
NO NOT THE TREE BUT
ME

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author avatar PSRemeshChandra
24th May 2017 (#)

I am sure Terry Trainor conceived and wrote this fine poem in the following way which it was very easy to find out:

In the dampness of an early/ summer morning I could smell wet/
Peat and rotting bark that had/ fallen from some older trees, /
I moved an old grey log laying in/ leaf mould, there were hundreds of/
Creepy crawlies scurrying, / doing what creepy crawlies do, /
Thick green leaves on trees blocked out/ most of the light and it’s hard to/ Believe there was a new sun/ rising from the east. /
But you could see brightness in the/ distance, most of it hidden by great/ Trunks of trees but when you looked hard, there it was.

Now I wonder why he chose to display it as if it is blank verse. Was it to dissuade readers from singing it? I really was tempted to recast the other lines also.

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author avatar LOVERME
13th Sep 2018 (#)

nice
r u still here on wikis

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author avatar LOVERME
9th Oct 2019 (#)

THIS IS AVERY OLD POEM COMPOSE MORE R U A CANADIAN THE LOGS OF WOOD SHOW

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author avatar LOVERME
30th Oct 2019 (#)

Nice surprise Terry
it makes me happy
you still read me
and r around
stay tuned
so that WIKIS RETURN

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