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The Hedgehog by Wood, Dean
THE PRICKLY LITTLE HEDGEHOG by Ashton, Darryl
Henry the Hedgehog by Duggan, Vera
HEDGEHOG by ALLISON, JAN
Hedgehog - adult by Baxter, Warner
The Hedgehog Fashionista by Freeman, Joel
stupid hedgehog by Roberts, Seren
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Autumn Haiku

Visual 3

foliage on fire
flames flickering up the steps
that lead to my soul

Visual 6

a hedgehog lingers
listening to rustling leaves
change is in the air

Visual 9

autumn’s final dance
ere the blazing lights go dim
her heart skips a beat

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Contest: Autumn Haiku
Sponsor: Skat A
Placed 9th


Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2015


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LOOK WHAT I FOUND IN THE SINK

I'm thirsty - I needed a drink There lurking in my kitchen sink Lying flat on his back He’s no longer jet black A hedgehog…now he doesn't stink! 11th April 2015


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015


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The Hedgehog

A hedgehog sat upon a log
And ate a purple fig.
Soon, all that he had left of it
Was half a purple twig.

Next morning, he arose anew;
Declared that he felt fine.
Except for one development,
He now had purple spines!


1st Place in “Animal Nonsense” Contest
Sponsored by Kevin Shaw


Copyright © Dean Wood | Year Posted 2017


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To a Slug

Listen to poem:
Your pace of life is just sublime
When blessed with seasons, wet and warm
With foliage and fungi, you mark your time
A gastropod; a handsome form
As your journey is marked with a trail of slime
I wish you well, as you perform

O slink away from the hearty hedgehog
Spread word of your foes with silent talks
Avoid beer traps, salt piles, the brazen frog
And gardeners with their rakes and forks
I know every journey's a slow footslog
So, use well those tentacles and fine eye stalks


Copyright © David Lindsay | Year Posted 2016


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INSPIRED BY THROUGH YOUR EYES CONTEST

I’ll never forget that dark November night Driving home on a moonless evening One minute the road ahead seemed to be clear Then you appeared from out of nowhere I tried hard to stop, slammed on the breaks But the road was wet and you went under the wheels I could feel the tyres crushing your body … There was no way you could have survived the impact I pulled the car over and started shaking Slowly opening the car door I walked to where you lay Kneeling down beside you I could see you were dying I stroked your battered face and begged for your forgiveness Your lifeblood was draining away and your eyes flickered shut Realising no one had witnessed the accident I had to act quickly I scooped your lifeless body into the boot of my car Somehow I managed to drive the few miles home Then collapsed in tears in my husband’s arms I kept repeating, there’s a body in the car, I didn’t mean to do it There’s a body in the car, I didn’t mean to do it but no one saw Trembling he went out to the car to see if what I was saying was the truth Minutes later he came back Come on; get your coat we need to bury the body in the garden Grabbing the spade he carefully dug a hole Together we placed the body of the young hedgehog to rest Inspired by Shadow’s contest – I won’t be entering the contest, as premeditated killing is not a theme I feel comfortable writing about at the moment 31st July 2016


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016


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Hate to say

I'll say all the things they hate to say
I look for everything I hate to see
I know nothing out there has a chance of breaking me
I found peace in myself, I'll never rely on another to make my day

Why would I pay attention to words that weren't directly wrote to me? 
Why should i care for things said from people who never spoke to me?
I believe half of what I see and none of what I hear
I laugh at those who thought I'd drop a tear

I made myself numb, i don't feel a thing
I don't need a crown, I'm still a king
I was born without them, so i had to build my wings 
Now I feel as strong as Sonic the Hedgehog feels with rings

I've faced my monsters and demons so why would I feel frightened? 
They say kill them with kindness, but I got took advantage of, so I killed kindness 
They told me i shouldn't say it
But i pick a pen up and I still write it 

Fear isn't real, nothing out there can scare me
I feel comfortable when my nightmares stand near me
I find light in the dark
I don't care if they hate me for saying it, because I pen my heart

I'll say all the things that they hate to say
I look for everything I hate to see 
Nothing out there has a chance of breaking me
I found happiness in myself, so I'll never rely on another to make my day 


Copyright © Alex Duffy | Year Posted 2018


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Harry the Hedgehog

Harry the hedgehog was wandering by
Looking for a spot where he could fly,
This is quite serious cause hedgehogs you see
Well, they sort of wobble along just like me.

He wobbled along till he came to the pond
He looked at the rock that the frog sat on,
"If I flew off of there I just might get wet,"
And he chewed a hole in his bottom lip.

Miss Katydid sat on the back of a chair
And he wondered how she got way up there,
She gave a great leap, did a double back flip
And landed on poor Harry's sore little lip.

As he wandered along an old crow flew by
And swooped toward Harry from way up high,
And I heard Harry say as he gave a big sigh
"Won't somebody help me learn how to fly?"

Just about then a vulture flew in
And dug his claws into Harry's skin,
Then off he flew at a terrible pace
With Harry dangling from the Vulture's legs.

They dipped and dived, swooped and swirled
Until Harry thought they were leaving this world,
When suddenly he whirled and dove back toward earth
And sat Harry down by a big pile of dirt.

He wobbled his way to the top of this heap
Trying to decide if he should make the big leap,
He puffed up and bristled and to my surprise
Tears started to flow from his little eyes.

As his sore lip trembled, I heard him say
"I guess there'll be no more flying today."
I wanted to ask him what the matter could be
When I heard him say, "I got air sick you see."

Now Harry the hedgehog wobbles along,
Humming his own little hedgehog song,
He's happy, as happy as he can be
"I'll just wobble along like grandma," said he.

                             Cile Beer

 written l998                                                              Cile Beer


Copyright © Marycile Beer | Year Posted 2005


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The Hedgehog Written for my two little grandaughters

The Hedgehog

The Hedgehog went for a walk one day.

Off out all on his own, What can I say.

He crossed the road but he forgot to look left and right.

He didn’t see the car, In his sight. 

It ran him over now he’s dead.

So we buried him, With a little cross, made out of lollipop sticks which read. 

Hedgehogs dead.  

Written for my two little Grandaughters. 


Copyright © pat dring | Year Posted 2011


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Prunes and other things

There once was a man who ate nothing but prunes
He was broke and howled at the moon
He was desperate for work
And got some soon
Blowing up air ballons.


There was a man from pakistan
Who owned an old ice cream van
But the ice cream melted in the sun
Poor man
And now he sells burgers in a bun.


There was an elephant called peek a boo
Who escaped from a zoo
It didn't take long to trace him
Just am hour or two
They just followed a trail of giant poo.


There was a hedgehog who married a frog
They tried to mate but it hurt too much and fell of the log
So the hedgehog took off his pricly coat
And now they have seven little hedgefrogs
That live on a boat.

There was a bear who loved Fred Astaire
Who danced here and danced there
He stole clothes from a washing line
He looked a treat in ladies pink panties and tutu
Hey bear give them back there mine!.

Peter Dome. copyright.2014. Sept.


Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2014


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Ramen Noodles

:) now this is what Im talking bout .... nothin iz 2 uncommon when all you got 2 eat iz Ramen 
noodles 4 all y'all poodles
 seahorse sonar struggle with senses 
far beyond the realm 
of more than just whats common coinsidences
 crusade 2 overwhelm 
overcomin the fear2 pursuade
 Dominate prominiscent pre made 
cascade undelayed
 Just played it safe 4rum ur Fake-Aid 
you D grade 
ain't tasty Kool-aid 
sweet sugar serenade
 Your gunna need more than just a band-aid 
to fix whats tha matter with brain sprayed splatter
 Greater than or equal to straight trade
 Not wanting to leave wish I culd have stayed
 Don't we all....
 facade to fall..
 winter spring shoreline stahl 
nothin iz 2 uncommon 
when all you got 2 eat iz Ramen 
noodles 4 all y'all poodles
 seahorse sonar struggle with senses 
far beyond the realm 
of more than just whats common coinsidences 
crusade 2 overwhelm 
overcomin the fear2 pursuade..
 Dominate prominscent cascade undelayed
 Just played it safe frum your Fake-aid take to fade
 Greater than or equal to straight trade
 Gotta get paid 

         Warmth blanketing the bitter cold 
cUm•BU•lOnImBUs clouds 
forecast percipatation pretold
 Warning massive ThunderStorm for the following Counties prepare to unfold 
Dis pissed off cloud is about to take off a load 
head off road 
And all you'll hear is rain falling in ode
 Kroak of a toad
 strikeof lighting bright N bold 
then counting the miles in mississippis gold 
till thunder explode
 Under protection of this roof 
behind these shudders
 Stricken sight candle lit light 
rain drainsN2all gutters
 Impaled beneath the moons clutters of the night

 :) now this is what Im talking bout ......
    nothin iz 2 uncommon
 when all you got 2 eat iz Ramen 
noodles 4 all y'all poodles
 seahorse sonar struggle with senses 
far beyond the realm 
of more than just whats common coinsidences
 crusade 2 overwhelm 
overcomin the fear2 pursuade.....
 ruby emerald sapphire diamond jade 
none of which fade
 Frum your fake aid 
fake lime to make lemonade
 Over time meat marinade
 For a stroll in the park serenade 
don't wanna leave wish I culd of stayed
 
Sonic is constantly tailed by a flying fox 
Speedyblue Hedgehog
 with a sack of magicalblue rox 
lookin to take down dat evil Dr Robotnox
 Impressing Goldie-locks 
Millionmile per hour hydraulics 
Off to replace the aftermath shocks
 Magneticly control the hands on all clocks
 To turn twist and rewind back waisted time
 Carry out foward to take what iz mine
 Insanity is 2 insane as Criminal is 2 crime
 Witherin to the weather then wetter 
is 2 whether 5150 if not 4 the better
 It is 4 the cheddar 

:) now this is what Im talking bout ....
 nothin iz 2 uncommon 
when all you got 2 eat iz Ramen 
noodles 4 all y'all poodles
 seahorse sonar struggle with senses
 far beyond the realm 
of more than just whats common coinsidences
 crusade 2 overwhelm 
overcomin the fear2 pursuade
 Dominate prominiscent pre made 
cascade undelayed
 Just played it safe 4rum ur Fake-Aid 
you D grade 
ain't tasty Kool-aid 
sweet sugar serenade
 Your gunna need more than just a band-aid 
to fix whats tha matter with brain sprayed splatter
 Greater than or equal to straight trade
 Not wanting to leave wish I culd have stayed
 Don't we all....
 facade to fall..
 winter spring shoreline stahl 
nothin iz 2 uncommon
 when all you got 2 eat iz Ramen
 noodles 4 all y'all poodles
 seahorse sonar struggle with senses
 far beyond the realm 
of more than just whats common coinsidences
 crusade 2 overwhelm 
overcomin the fear2 pursuade..
 Dominate prominscent cascade undelayed
 Just played it safe frum your
 Fake-aid take to fade
 Greater than or equal to straight trade
 Gotta get paid 

:) now this is what Im talking bout ......
    nothin iz 2 uncommon 
when all you got 2 eat iz Ramen
 noodles 4 all y'all poodles
 seahorse sonar struggle with senses
 far beyond the realm 
of more than just whats common coinsidences
 crusade 2 overwhelm 
overcomin the fear2 pursuade.....
 ruby emerald sapphire diamond jade 
none of which fade
 Frum your fake aid fake lime to make lemonade
 Over time meat marinade
 For a stroll in the park serenade 
don't wanna leave wish I culd of stayed
 
:) now this is what Im talking bout ....
 nothin iz 2 uncommon 
when all you got 2 eat iz Ramen
 noodles 4 all y'all poodles


Copyright © Beverly Pippin | Year Posted 2013


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Henry the Hedgehog

On a lovely sunny morn
Henry the lonely hedgehog
Awoke with sun as it reached dawn
As he heard some croaking frogs
With birds a chirping everywhere
And the frogs making their din
Henry, looking here and there
He gave a sleepy grin

He'd woke up from hibernation
All set for a brand new season
Looking forward to a new adventure
His waking gave him reason
To say 'hello' to all around
He felt real good today
He has a chat on the muddy ground
Then he went upon his way

As he strolled along the path
He saw old Polly Parrot
Old Polly he did make him laugh
He was chewing on a carrot
It's not the fool that parrots eat
But that's how Polly is
They both were happy so to meet
And spent their day in bliss


Copyright © Vera Duggan | Year Posted 2015


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Winter Forest

A winter forest
Frosted leaves lay heaped around
Hedgehog sleeps within


Copyright © Nick Bagnall | Year Posted 2012


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HEDGEHOG

Also known as a furze-pig, urchin or hedgepig Your collective name is an array or prickle – how apt! To me you are one of the cutest animals in the land Born blind but soon you open beady black eyes Your little snout pokes out and helps you forage You love to eat worms, caterpillars and snails Sometimes a tasty frog, baby bird or eggs Your body is covered in defensive prickly spines These are prone to fleas, oh that would make me itch! Curling into a ball at the first sign of danger Badgers, foxes and owls are your main predators How I love the autumn, I find you nestled in the hedgerows You sleep until you come out to play at night Sometimes I wish I was like you and could hibernate Sleep though the cold dull dreary dark winter days You communicate by squealing, grunting and snuffling … (I wonder… are all hedgehogs male!) Sadly you are not very adept at crossing the road I often see you as road kill and that makes me sad 09~29~14 Contest: Animal Poem Sponsor: Regina Riddle ~awarded 3rd Place ~


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014


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- A Sweet Little Secret In The Garden -


                                          Working in the garden
                                         The sun is on the wane
                                     and it is approaching evening
                                       Down by the garden fence
                                         I throw some compost
                                 Hear something that moves slowly
                                        Wonder what it might be
                              I stand for a while as quiet that I can be
                       Out of the leaves comes a small nose protruding
                                          Who are you I wonder
                                      Weird, funny sounds I hear
                        Slowly comes my garden guest out of the leaves
                         Rolling round, small cute feet, pink little nose
                                        and a body full of spikes
                                    Such a cute hedgehog you are
                                You are very welcome in my garden







02.06.2012
A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved


Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2012


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Hedgehog - adult

I ONCE MET A MAN IN **** WHO’S TOOL WAS BIGGER THAN CORN NO TWITTER NOR BLOG THEY CALLED HIM HEDGEHOG HE HUFFED PUFFED AND BLEW HIS OWN HORN


Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2014


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- Sticking Relationship -




                                       Hear it chugging and tasle
                                         The sun has gone down
                                         Twilight, is still not dark
                                   Small steps ... chugging and tasle
                                         The dog is standing still
                                           Sniffing and listening
                                           Sounds comes closer
                                   A small ball comes out of the bushes
                                      My favorite toy, the dog thinking
                                       Sticking her nose up ..... but ...
                                       The ball is full of sticking spines
                                            it makes a hissing sound
                                     Hedgehog will not play with the dog







15.06.2013
A-L  Andresen :)                 - This is my dog "Maya" :))


(5th in the contest)


Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2013


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The Garden of life

The most beautiful
thing, sing the
birds
Gorgeous as the
sound. around the
crashing of waves
That morning tweet,
sweet as apple
crumble
The wren , the
robin, bobbin his
head, on a quest for
worm juicy

The squirrel racing
the fence, hence
some other beat him
to the nuts
Two at a time he
takes, stakes his
claim twofold
Off across the
grass, class act as
he scales that tall
garden gate with
ease 
He will be back,
sack of monkey nuts,
he knows I have

The hedgehog
shuffling through
the vinca major,
wager he too, is
after a worm or two
Fantastic vision for
one so short of
sight, night time
darkness is when he
is king
He is being watched
by the cat, that is
normal but the cat
keeps his distance
Hedgehog is a
formidable foe to
puss, thus, the wide
berth of respect

The ants are
marching to an fro
along the same
trail, hail the
source of food
discovered 
Spilt sugar and
crumbs of cake, take
it slowly bit by bit
until it is gone
A wonderful society
of harmony and one,
gone in four weeks,
a short life span
All work and no fun,
sun is coming up,
time to go
underground

I return to my seat
of garden
observation, nation
of insects, ants,
wasps and so
All getting on with
the business of do,
who would have
thought
Its a small world
true, through the
back door
The most beautiful
thing, sing the
birds


Copyright © john scott | Year Posted 2014


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Midnight Encounter

This is a true story- no names have been changed to protect the idiot........

Nb- * - a car bonnet is a hood in the United states.
      ** - censored.

On my way back from the pub
(since real ale is my passion)
slowly wending my way home
in a wibbly-wobbly fashion
in the road sat something small-
I almost passed it by,
camouflaged in darkness
by a cloudy moonless sky.
I could tell it was a Hedgehog
simply by it's silhouette,
and if it didn't move real soon
would get squashed flat, I'll bet.
Just then a hundred yards away
a pair of lights appeared
heading our way at a pace
exactly as I'd feared.
Instinct kicked in, and out I leapt
to the middle of the road
waving my arms frantically as
I switched to 'Hero' mode.
He hit the brakes just feet away
and wound his window down
"get out the way, you Prat!" he yelled
but I just pointed down, and said
"Hedgehog!!" (which he couldn't see,
his bonnet* was in the way),
"Just hang on while I shift it, mate"
was all that I could say.
So, bending down to rescue it
still sat between my feet
my heart sank as I focussed in
then finally missed a beat.
The Hedgehog I had risked my life
to save it by removing
was, in fact, from off a washing machine
a piece of rubber tubing.
Not wishing too look foolish
I just hid it with my sleeves
and slowly walked off to the kerb,
the car began to leave.
Angrily into the air I kicked the pipe before me,
a big mistake- in his rear view mirror
the car driver he saw me,
and hit the brakes, then jumped out yelling
( I remember, although quite plastered)
"That's cruelty to an animal! Come here, you heartless person**  !
In hot pursuit back up the road 
he came- the chase was on,
I wasn't going to hang about, in seconds I was gone,
vaulting over garden walls and dodging through the gates
then out of breath I hid myself, till he had gone, I'd wait.
Mud splattered with my trousers torn I reached home, panic over,
the ordeal I'd just been through was a great way to get sober.
So next time wildlife is in peril, maybe I won't hurry,
I'll carry on and stagger home-
let Mother Nature worry.





Copyright © Viv Wigley | Year Posted 2015


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Gypsy Wandering Soul

The spirit of the gypsy
free as the wind upon the open road
Horse driven home on wheels
taking them where they decide
to rest their soul.

Families huddled by the camp fire
Story and tales shared from old
Hedgehog stew
simmering in the cauldron 
Leftovers of grizzle and sinew
thrown to the pack of dogs to chew.

Musicians strike up an ancient tune
underneath the stars 
with fiddles clicking castanets and guitars,

Young Gypsy girls dance and twirl
arms raised to the sky
With teasing flirting eyes 
Dark skin long flowing black hair
showing off their wares.

Next morn at the crack of dawn
o the piece of green no gypsy can be found
the only sign they had ever been there 
os the scorch marks left upon the ground.


'' Inspired by the wonderful poems of Gypsy's
by Cherl Dunn''

Peter Dome.copyright.2014. Jan.


Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2014


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a bonfire smokes

a bonfire smokes - -
a tiny hedgehog wakes
and scuttles out

Jack Horne for Russell’s Autumn Splendour contest, 26th August


Copyright © jack horne | Year Posted 2012


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The Hedgehog Fashionista

Oh lovely, little hedgehog, playing in the grass,
I love your prickly, stylish coat, it brings you so much sass.
I see that little nose of yours, twitching to no end,
sniffing out the next hot thing, the next must-have fashion trend.
But I am on to you little hedgehog, playing in that grass.
I will not just sit here idle by, with two thumbs up my ***.
I know you’re planning something big, something evil too,
when I look into those eyes of yours, you become a cunning shrew. 
You stole my Chanel, and my Versace, I bet my Armani you did.
Don’t even try to deny it gurrl, for I am not a kid,
I’m all grown up and stronger now; look I’m taller too.
I’d think twice about crossing me again, especially if I were you.
So continue lovely, little hedgehog, playing in the grass,
I’ll be keeping an eye on you, under my big ol’ magnifying glass.
Maybe I’ll show you true style, some taste and if you’re lucky some true passion,
‘cause you, lovely, little hedgehog don’t know anything about fashion.


Copyright © Joel Freeman | Year Posted 2014


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Spring

Amidst the budding
branches the Robin sings, the song is
carried tunefully in the spring air.
denoting that all is well in his world
Every sound listened to by all
from tiny field mice scurrying looking for food. to the
giant grazing cattle happily eating the young grass
Hammy hedgehog listens, his little tongue
is busy eating the cat food left out.
Jewel like blades of wet grass hide the
Koi carp swimming
lazily in the garden ponds, enjoying the sun's warmth.
Many beds of daffodils their perfume intermingle with the
nearby tulips who stand tall, their many hues
overcome your senses, the tiny snowdrops
perfume infuse with the hyacinths as they all
quietly make the colour and  perfume of Spring.
Raised temperatures, bring out the people to enjoy the
sunshine  to their bones, lifting their souls.
Taking notes of what has  survived the winter,
unhappy when they find  a favourite 
variety of plant 
wilted under the pressures of winter's
Xtreme cold.
Yes, spring means a smile to the face, a tear to ones eyes,
zest to the soul.

Penned 22 February 2015






Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2015


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Evening of Mirth Autumn Haiku for Contest

bristling wee hedgehog
out on an evening of  mirth 
crunch,crunch everywhere

nose gently nuzzle
going slowly through spun gold
sun kiss autumn leaves 





Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015


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Hedgehog Blues

Hedgehog Blues



It’s not easy to hug a hedgehog…
But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t… Try

Just because he doesn’t dance…
Doesn’t mean he shouldn’t… Try

As rainbows reach across the sky…
His mind can reach across the sky…If he Tries

If you can dance, and reach, and Try
Don’t stand in his way as He attempts to Try

It’s not easy to hug a hedgehog…
But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t… Try

To just love him as he tries.
For love builds wings upon which to fly.


Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2012


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Trees

Watch and listen carefully.
There, do you hear the stirring?
Wander over and move the bracken
see the hedgehog scurry away,
now fat and sleepy


Tall pines are waving
as the gentle breeze blows
branches are dancing


Aromatic scent of their wood
floods the valley, everything
smelling so fresh from the tang.
Birds sing out in happiness
perching high up in the canopy.


The mighty oak who's
heavily laden acorns
crash down to the ground


Squirrels quickly gather them up
to store for winter hiding them
in hollow trunks and small cracks.
Then tuck themselves up
in their dreys to hibernate


Horse chestnut ripens
swelling up in fruition
kernels taste so sweet


Now the hot chestnut sellers
stand by their braziers
toasting the nuts
passing them out in
brown paper bags,
watch the child tossing one
from hand to hand
impatient for them to cool


Ash stately stands guard
over the silent churchyard
no trespassing here


Well tended graves
nestle under its canopy
crosses and angels standing watch too,
a quiet place to come and reflect.


Yew so poisonous
keeps the animals at bay
protecting the graves


Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2013