Monday, 26 November 2012

Requiem For A Skylark/ Nature Trail (Two short poems)

Enjoying nature has to be one of life’s greatest pleasures. Here in the UK, as elsewhere in the world, it is down to each and every one of us to save as many of its green and pleasant places and wildlife habitats as possible for future generations...or they will not easily forgive us, if ever.


On tuneful wing, our seasons
scanning, circles and dips
anxiously a covenant
with Earth's poetry, where
once a nesting tree
grew tall

Now, a shopping


Follow leafy trails
into red and orange,
silver, green;
let the dew of life
wash clean our
dirty hands;
be still, antic winds
till nothing's heard
but an egg-bird;
a tear in the eye,
all our yesterdays
on standby

[From: First Person Plural by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2002]

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