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[title] => THE GARDEN OF SERENITY
[time] => 2009-09-20 01:26:21
[hometext] => A slightly revamped version of a previous work about a stroll along the River Severn in Worcestershire , England
[bodytext] => Shadowy muted shapes cast below by moonlight, Now banished by a youthful dawn that spreads before us pristine daylight, The morn at one with natural chills; Nature’s ingenuity lays itself on outlying hills. To the distance winds the valley, draped in hanging mist. Prepared am I for a lengthy saunter like some part time naturalist, Verdant plant life fresh, emergent All manner of my joys convergent Along the banks of the ancient Severn dark, deep and brooding. Captivated by all that surrounds me, I ponder while I’m strolling. A proliferation of life abounds in the environs of the watercourse, A reminder of the beauty that has nature at its source. Nervous mothers nurture nests alive with fledglings, An act of care and protection that ignites paternal feelings. Ripples shimmer and sparkle so bright Dazzling liquid diamonds created by the sunlight. Mossy banks are peppered with the fauna’s mottled hues And down through swaying branches more sunbeams are diffused. Something slithers underfoot as I trek along contented A well placed projection aids my steadiness and I don’t become upended I’m mistrustful of a path from mud composed Wary of the rocks with jagged points exposed In different seasons these well trodden paths are parched and cracked Up on the embankment cleared driftwood lies in stacks Less frequented paths weave between the mighty trees Constant now the hum of bees And below a newt climbs rocks to find a slimy refuge Safe in the dampness of cold solitude Ahead; a majestic Heron has no hurry To snatch a meal of fish unwary. I pass by other anglers many, who while away hours Their presence seems so natural as they doze amongst the flowers Aware of the danger from above, nestled in the reeds Fish alert and sentient conceal themselves in Streamer Weed Yet added peril in the singular Merganser These crafty fish know all the answers So Sabrina’s waters keep their purpose, unremitting From the Welsh hills down to Bristol, steadily meandering. Now is time the diluted, fragile sunlight starts to fade, Nocturnal creatures come forward and venture into shade, All around exudes peacefulness and tranquillity. I feel I’ll take another stroll in the garden of serenity. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 134 [topic] => 27 [informant] => anthonygoodwinjnr [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry )
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