Nature Notes - Dorset

Nature Notes - Dorset

Field mouse, vole and shrew

Ghostly deposits of field

And garden. Looking through

Spreading trees which yield

Views of thistle-flown meadows

Over which flew heron,

And egret; rook shadows,

Gull and crows carrion.

Flitting through the willows,

Warblers and song birds,

Chiff-chaff intermittent

With the cows bellows.

Jackdaws follow the herds

Whilst robin, wren and

Tits flit and flight below.

Aug 06  D. Urmston c

I Have Everything and Yet

I Have Everything and Yet

I have everything and yet

There is always more I could get.

Why can’t I be satisfied?

Why must I be denied?

Always thought happiness

Would come, as blest

I was with good health

But old age comes with stealth.

I don’t need money when I

Have sun and moon and eye

To see and the joys that nature

Can afford giving me succour.

And yet, enough is never

What is expected. I sever

My memories, to live

In the moment and give,

For I have everything

Yet seemingly nothing.

Dave Urmston c 2017

Balancing Rocks

Balancing Rocks

Laid down in bygone times

They no longer know lines.

Untouched by man

Worn by a sea that can

Toss and roll, then

Waves to shape and soften

Forming things of beauty.

Taken and shaped again

To bring joy and awe

To a child. What do we gain

By changing nature or

Redressing the balance

Lest by a chance

We happen upon beauty?

By minute adjustment

Grasped by hands that torment.

Careful of each move lest

There is need to redress

The fine balance that once

Lost tests my patient conscious

Sense of the balance of beauty.

Dave Urmston c 2017

Laid down in bygone times

They no longer know lines.

Untouched by man

Worn by a sea that can

Toss and roll, then

Waves to shape and soften

Forming things of beauty.

Taken and shaped again

To bring joy and awe

To a child. What do we gain

By changing nature or

Redressing the balance

Lest by a chance

We happen upon beauty?

By minute adjustment

Grasped by hands that torment.

Careful of each move lest

There is need to redress

The fine balance that once

Lost tests my patient conscious

Sense of the balance of beauty.

Dave Urmston c 2017

Skylark

Skylark

I dreamt of living

Where the song of the

Skylark’s singing is

Constantly with me.

The lark rises to

Announce his right to

Territory. He

Flies with such vigour

To reach imposing

Heights. Once on high, he

Saunters on outspread

Wings and parachutes

Through the liquid notes

Which fall before him

To my landlocked self.

But why should a song

With solitary

Purpose beguile with

Its simple beauty?

He sings to ward off

Rivals, yet brings a

Lightness to my life. 

Dave Urmston c 2017