September Music 25

For the month of September I am going to choose a piece of music or song and write a poem or alternative version. Jane Dougherty is doing a September Stanza here. And Kat Myrman is doing September a poem a day Here.

Today’s piece of music is In Memory of Trees by Enya.

Mighty Forrests once covered this earth

Nature was green and she knew her worth

Then came man, the trees remember this.

The trees gave us shade and cover

They protected us like a mother

Giving us air to breathe

Yet we slay them, that’s hard to believe.

Trees live so long they hold their memories safe

Sadly they are being killed at a pace.

COLLEEN’S WEEKLY TANKA TUESDAY POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 103, “FALL & TRY,” #SYNONYMSONLY

This is my entry for Colleen Chesebro, the Fairy Whisper’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge.

This week I did a Cinquain.

Downward

We two decsend

Dropping dreams dashed we’re smashed

I endeavour to spread my wings

No hope.

Twittering Tales #103 – 25 September 2018

This is my entry for Kat Myrman of Like Murcury Colliding Twittering Tales. Rules and Pingback Here

Photo by PDPhotos @ Pixabay.com

The Gift.

” What in my name is this.” The big man turned to St Peter who shrugged. “It’s quite a piece of art.” As they were admiring the tree Azriel, his arms full of trainers came into view!
Satan smiled,make him a shoe tree he had told Ariel. Azriel’s naivety, a gift that kept on giving.

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Brittany Day 3

So we woke up to the sound of tractors and cows. I was up and running by 5am, it was amazing opening the back door of the Gite on to an amazing water meadow. This was to become the routine for the holiday, wellington boots and hoody on over the PJs and out into the morning light with Ruby. Hubby was up and cooking breakfast.

After breakfast hubby went off to the village to get whatever was needed, while I made up a picnic lunch for us all.

On his return we packed up the car and headed off for the Forest of Fougères. We were so lucky it was dry and sunny.

We found the entry into the Forrest without too much trouble, the sun was shining through the trees and dappling the pathways.

Following the sound of voices we emmerged from the thick Forrest to a large clearing with grass, sand and a lake!

It was beautifully layed out with picnic tables and seats, there was a school party of children there and they were friendly and made a fuss of Ruby.

We had our picnic in the hot sun on the beach by the lake which was very pleasant. Then we set off on a circular walk.

We spent a couple of hours wandering through the woods and to my delight we found a Dolman. Dolman Pierre Courcoulée It was a magical find, I could feel the sense of what had been there before. A feeling of calm and warmth, of history. There was no traffic noise, just the birdsong and the calls of the school children in the distance.

We walked along the paths feeling the presence of those who would of travelled this way hundreds of years ago.

Hubby pointed out all of England would of been like this once.

A beautiful day out.

RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #220 He&She

This is my entry for Ronovanwrites Weekly Haiku Challenge. Rules and Pingback Here

This week’s prompt words are HE & SHE.

Too busy was he

To notice that she had gone

Where did he go wrong