Treasure to save

Autumn’s come early it seems as the Spring
was quite wet this year and then
the summer that followed was generally dry
and hot most days once again

It’s only September and summer remains
with sunshine that’s warm every day
But there’s gold in the trees which is lovely to see
and paints a good picture I’d say

For now though I’m hoping the sunshine remains
extending the summer we’ve seen
With gold in the trees adding treasure to save
to the riches replacing the green

©Jemverse
[22.9.16]

Houses for Eeyore

Down the hill from Butser
in the bright sunshine
to the ancient woodland there
heading for a climb
A forest that has been here
for a millennia at least
providing a dark canopy
atop a visual feast

Hiding palaces for Romans
beneath its leafy green
and occasional downland glimpses
through the trees and in between
There were houses there for Eeyores
as sunbeams filtered through
And in amongst the birdsong
we heard our first cuckoo

The trail led on and upward
as we left the trees behind
Heading down to Harting
Copper Beeches there to find
A respite from our walking day
at the bottom of the hill
A recharging of the batteries
as there’s lots more walking still

©Jemverse

For more coverage of our South Downs Way walk, check out ‘Fifty Miles‘, Old Winchester Hill‘, Big Sky‘, ‘Into Sussex’ and ‘The yellow road

New

There is darkness in amongst the trees
Here in Hampshire’s land
A thousand years of history
From William’s era stand
Trenches and Inclosures
Slades and moors and hill
The wild land of New Forest
remaining heathland still

Here where ponies wander free
and monarchy has trod
Where nature has a precedence
and man no claim to sod
Few roads dissect its wilderness
Few holdings spoil its view
And though here for a millennium
We still call it ‘New’

©Jemverse

The New Forest in Hampshire, UK was first laid as a hunting ground for William the Conqueror almost a thousand  years ago. It was made a national park in 2005. Cattle grids around its perimeters stop the still wild ponies from wandering outside of its borders. 

The Last Laugh

It’s raining leaves out there
they’re just pouring down
The wind’s blowing a ‘hoolie’
and the trees wear a frown
By the time the storm’s over
they’ll be naked and bare
and the winter will laugh
at their bashfulness there

But I think the last laugh
(as is always the case)
will come later on
when new clothes will replace
Then the trees will be smirking
at Winter’s demise
sporting new season fashions
when Springtime arrives

©Jemverse

The simple things

We’ve been here before
but the effect is the same
In this place we come back to
again and again
A long tunnel of trees
with sunlight ahead
And the fragrance of forest
in the paths we have led

Following dark trails
to see where they lead
With no quickness of pace
or desire for great speed
With the crisp crunch of bracken
beneath our footfall
and the mystery of woodland
surrounding us all

Finding pleasure with the simple
effects of the light
as it shines through the branches
Quite a beautiful sight
Then discovering a glade
bathed in light from the sun
before retracing our steps
back the way we have come

Watching the leaves
tumble down through the air
to form blankets of cover
on woodland floors there
This place exudes peace
and a comfort and calm
It is soothing and restful
with restorative balm

So we’ll come back again
to this magical place
To see more of the woodland
and its mysterious space
For the pleasure it brings
and quite simply because
It will always be waiting
with a welcome for us

©Jemverse

Conkers

I’d turn back time
(If only I could)
For I’ve a bag full of conkers
which I found in the wood
Recalling the days
of muddied scuffed knees
Long days in the sunshine
and the climbing of trees

‘Borrowing’ a skewer
from the kitchen drawer
when stringed conkers in pocket
was what life was for
We threw sticks to the branches
to see what would fall
and the thrill of the find
was just part of it all

The ‘fallers’ were rare
but we searched just the same
Always out in the woods
when the autumn time came
But that art has been lost
for today on the ground
There were hundreds of conkers
just lying around

And the only boy there
was the one in my mind
As it re-lived the days
that time tries to find
I-phones replace conkers
Imagination consumed
And simple pleasures like this
could well now be doomed

Yet all is not lost
For the conkers remain
for collecting by me
every year just the same
As now they are used
to keep spiders away
And as happy reminders
of a halcyon day

©Jemverse

A walk in the woods

Dappled sunlight filtered through
the green tunnel up ahead
as carefree there we wandered
uncertain where it led

Not that we were bothered
for we cared not for the time
on such an afternoon as this
with autumn weather fine

The crunch of fallen leaves beneath
our feet as there we trod
with the perfume of October
from the chalky Sussex sod

The dogs frolicked in the undergrowth
and barked at passers by
as we walked on through the sunshine
underneath a cloudless sky

The forest beckoned deeper
but alas we couldn’t stay
though it will always be there
when we return another day

©Jemverse

 

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