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Month: April 2022

Cornish Moorland

Spring is celebrating all around us and if you listen carefully you can hear the cuckoo call as I did while out walking on Bodmin Moor, Cornwall.

Today

Today’s the day
the cuckoo calls across the hills.
Today’s the day
the jackdaw drops her wool in surprise.
Today’s the day
the adder sings a tapping song.
Today’s the day
the frogs sulk in the reeds.
Today’s the day
the lamb defies its ewe.
Today’s the day
I walk the moor with you.


Anna Chorlton
The Liskeard and Looe Railway

Spring in Cornish Woodland

Field of Trees

I’m away to the wood
she shows off her green;
Horse Chestnut offers fingers gloved in lime,
Beech and Ash flutter a thousand butterflies,
Oak reveals just a glimpse of her gown,
Hawthorn clasps blossom, tight buds of May,
Bluebell opens her arc petal by petal,
her song arising a haze of eyes.
Hawthorn buds soon to open in an arc of May