Tag Archives: nature

When An Owl

When an owl who’s name is Lou

Said, “TO-WIT, TO-WHOO”,

A vicar named Ted

Jumped out of bed

And made her a pot of stew!

 

 

When a lady by the name of Lou

Said, “TO-WIT, TO-WHOO”,

Her boyfriend John

Said, “you are so far gone.

I suggest you move to a zoo”!

 

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A walk through Spa Woods

Earlier this afternoon I took a walk with my friend Shanelle through Spa Woods, which is situated some few minutes walk from my home. Prior to entering the woods, one comes across Tivoli Lodge, built in 1830 by Decimus Burton. Initially it served as the entrance lodge to Royal Beulah Spa and Pleasure Gardens, though the Spa has now been demolished.

Please see photos of our walk and the woods below:

 

IMG_2128Myself and Trigger outside of Tivoli Lodge.

IMG_2130Myself and Trigger outside of Tivoli Lodge, but with me smiling this time!

IMG_2149A close-up of one of the trees.

IMG_2150The trees along the path.

IMG_2154Close-up of a tree.

IMG_2161Myself and Trigger on the path.

IMG_2165Looking back, at the end of the path.

 

A number of my poems have been inspired by Spa Woods, including the below:

In the Woods Dark Heart

“In the wood’s dark heart,

The breeze,

Whispers in the trees,

Words that I cannot comprehend.

May God send

Me peace

And this breeze

Never cease.”

The above poem can be found in ‘The Writer’s Pen and other Poems’. You can get the audio book here for the UK and here for the US.

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Audio-book cover for ‘The Writer’s Pen and other Poems’.

The Evening Falls

The evening falls.
Bird calls
Gradually fade.
The woodland glade
Resounds to the owl’s cry.

I sigh
And read on.
Another day has gone.
And now tis poetry
And me.

(The birds of the day are, to my mind, very different from the owl. As day ends, the night bird resumes his throne, and the birds of the day are silent until the morrow).

Acorns

As a child I took the acorn
From where it lay
On the forest’s lawn
As by way
Of the woodland path I went
Content
In my harmless play.

Shall I take
The acorn today
And break
The shell
I know so well?
The truth forlorn
Is that many an acorn
Have I broken in play.

My guest post on Secret Diary of Porter Girl

My thanks to Lucy Brazier for hosting me on her excellent blog. To read my guest post please follow this link, https://portergirl.com/2018/08/23/kevin-morris-the-writers-pen-other-poems/