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I am daily reminded of how small we are compared to Nature’s ability to survive and amaze. This was my inspiration from yesterday walking my lovely labrador in quiet fields:

Brilliant white of the blackthorn is gone
delicate pink of green hawthorn clings on

timothy sways in the breeze as it grows
groundsel so sturdy it is one of those
commonplace plants that nobody knows

blackbird is calling his mate to the tree
his peers answer loudly with deep rivalry
dunnocks chirrup in hideouts secure
while swallows sweep silently over the moor

walker sees all by not making a sound
standing and staring she is to be found
watching as deer leaps high above ground

brilliant white of the blackthorn is gone
delicate pink of green hawthorn clings on

Denny Bradbury©

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