The Slip....

Poem by: dibbledabble

Summary

With all the talk of mountains and hiking I went for a walk, pleasurable and suprising.

I have put some images of some of what I saw in my profile, I may take them down next week

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Submitted: November 20, 2011

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Submitted: November 20, 2011

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The Slip

Today just for fun

I went for a walk and slipped on my bum

It did not hurt, it was wet a boggy

A soft landing that left me a little soggy.

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Up the side of the field I moved a little more slow

With a careful step, eyes wide and ears open in the hedge row

The birds were unfazed by my presence

Squabbled and sang with wonderful resonances

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And into the woods I continued my silent pace

So near to a Rowe buck deer did I come he broke into a race

Clearing a fallen log in one long bound

And into a thicket where he stood ears twitching hoping not to be found.

I let him be, moving softy away

I wanted him to know he was not my prey.

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With autumn near done most canopies clear

A sparrow hawk sat high on a bow with a sharp eye and keen ear

Under the litter of discarded leaves in a carpet of brown, gold and green

A woodland mouse scurried along fearful of me, unaware of talons unseen

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Into the low lands there’s a babbling brook

I stop at the bridge to take a look

In the shadows where the river runs fast

Patience is rewarded as a brook trout darts passed

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Summers green pallet and autumn gold all but passed

Growing out of the floor where once was summers high grass

Amazing forms and vibrant colours the fungi grow

A fallen branch dressed in lichen of bight orange dayglow

On the edge of the wood stands a solid beech tree his trunk moss green

Where rare waxed redcaps clamber like a sciences fiction city scene

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So I give thanks to my soggy rear end

For the slip a message did send

Take a pace real slow

And the woodland will show

That even in autumn last gasps

With keen eye natural beauty is grasped


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The Slip....

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Genre: Poetry

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With all the talk of mountains and hiking I went for a walk, pleasurable and suprising.

I have put some images of some of what I saw in my profile, I may take them down next week

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