Dance of the Barn Owls

I wrote this poem after watching a barn owl searching for prey over the common grazing, near to my home. Here is an excerpt of the poem. Dance of the Barn Owls The evening draws nigh and the stage is set, An inspired portrayal awaits us yet. The jet-black eyes search the ground, While invisibleContinue reading “Dance of the Barn Owls”

The Perfect Gift

My childhood was full of bumblebees, flowers and butterflies and long Summer days. These were very happy times, which are etched on my memory. My Father took my brother and I out into the countryside regularly looking for frogspawn, picking blackberries and telling us about the wonders of the natural world. While out on theseContinue reading “The Perfect Gift”

Curlew Calling

I heard the curlew calling this morning as he flew above the moor. A wonderful sign of Spring Curlew Calling An eerie song from a distant rise, Curlew calling the song of the wild. Mysterious and haunting; music to love, A beguiling silhouette, glides above. He searches the moor for a suitable site, To buildContinue reading “Curlew Calling”