Blurred bushes rush by
Brain bends
Time out far across the fens
A solitary heron flaps
The pterodactyl lazy loads
A flyover of long strokes
Of reed brushes
Eels writhe
A dog trotting
Leaps across the dyke
A wand of estuary birds
Cast up from the land
Coloured sand vast across the morning sky
The power when it comes
Succumb
The trickle of Wicken Fen.
9/21/16
Spiderwebs
Close and far from water levels continuing to ebb
The skies overhead
Occasionally not blue, they red
Plants with broken branches and damage to the stem
Some of which too sickly to mend
I don't recommend
Getting caught up, and copying any trend
Be yourself instead
And if you're struggling, take care of business, don't go to bed
People killing over bread
And to sever all ties and threads
Chopped lumber up with an axe and wedge
By myself and with some friends
Out in the fen
Found a gem
Stood at the edge
Of many a ledge
Always swam and tread
Some races I lost and some I won, even though I hadn't always led
Many stayed meanwhile others fled
Near and beyond any kind of watershed
Been in the snow with and without a sled
Around a lot of turns and bends
Many made a pledge
Prayed and aimed for evil to be cleansed
Been happening and seen widespread
Conflict and bloodshed
Yeah I all ready heard what you said
Better watch yourself if you try that again
Wasn't all that difficult to comprehend
The difference of boys and men
Fen Blow another blow to farmers and their workers,
as the wind joyously exhaused itself knocking the crops
for six, drying the land of nutrients that are coughed up as prices will
cause consumers to splutter as everyone to curse the damn dry wind in Spring!
Lashings of wild wind wipe the smile off the smug fenland fields in Spring,
all geometrical order of all colours of the rainbow, with every colour of yellow;
jaundice danger once in this region and others in the days before the good old
National Health Service - NHS today. Today every baby tested for it to keep it away
as well as jaudiced opponents too of the NHS in throughout the whole of the UK.
The soil sailed by the North Sea wind into road traffic all,
as oldies remember their parents, grand parents talk of
being transferred to England's little Dust Belt of the Thirties;
while the fast foreign labour surprised by the gentle English
weather getting annoyed with one and all, its just like home after all.
The soil whiplashed by the 'nnoyed North-easter
into the path of 'nnoyed vehicles farmed and not,
as the daffodils bow in submission as is their nature,
while the clever tulips close their turbans to survive.
C L A Y
S A N D
T I D E
L A N D
Esthetic arts and ample wisdom
Upon a sullied fen and a gemmed kingdom
Sullied fen, how filthy you are!
Beauty has fled and is now afar
We seek wisdom, it is to be found
Not among what your grime surrounds
They left the fen, how selfish within
Here, the shallowness of mankind begins
If only they’ve seen the glamour it holds
Wisdom within, wisdom to unfold…
Wealth and gold, marvels of life!
Upon the kingdom’s crown were rife
It lay somewhere among the attire
Yet it was neither wisdom nor satire
O kingdom it was wisdom you claimed!
One your prosperity and wealth have tamed
Beguiled they were by the gilded reign
They now believed it was wisdom’s terrain
They have failed to see, How shallow is sight?
Beauty has just demolished insight…
“Insight is beauty… Beauty is not insight”
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