Summer in Somerset Leafy lanes abound where lovers walk Deep in hedgerows creatures live and stalk Verdant shady woods with dappled sun Birds sing out their hearts where rabbits run Rolling wooded hills slope to the sea Lazy lapping waves go tumbling free Summer county, precious gem so rare Magic place, what can with you compare? Waves Waves cascading against the rock Running in rivulets down its face Kissing the sand at its feet Fragments of jade glistening Ingots of jet shining in the sunlight Droplets catching the sun A kaleidoscope of colour ever changing Finding it hard because the photos a bFlack and white? Find a flourition of Shapwick News at: https://www.shapwickparishcounci l.org.uk/parish-newsletters/ 7 SUMMER I S SUE | J ULY 2 0 2 5 Remembering Dora and her poems Stress My mouth is dry, my hands are wet O for a respite, to forget Do this! Fetch that! It’s getting late Come hurry now, they will not wait O dear now, I’ve got a ladder Must change; makes him even madder Lock the door, shut the gate Now we’ve got to push the crate From out a gate a herd of cows Ambles slowly across our bows Sitting motionless, tight lipped Think he’s going to throw a fit When we reach the wedding scene Service over, wedding’s been Get the camera, snap ‘em quick Now just why won’t the shutter click Sat by the vicar at the reception Lots of subjects couldn’t mention Now I seem to feel quite ill Think I’ll go and pop a pill Fledgelings A babble under eaves Scratching, squeaking, busy, busy To and fro, worms, slugs Ever open mouths devouring Warm eggs, creaking, breaking New life eager to explore Wings aflutter, nouveau flight Mothers calling, courage, courage Ginger feline watching, stalking Whiskers twitching, eyes alert Mother squeaks a warning Babble babble all join in Frighten hm with constant cackle Scurry scurry, what a worry Flying lessons fraught with danger All too soon they fly the nest Mother then can take a rest To walk along a sun-drenched shore The sea that rolls for ever more A seagull’s cry, a night owl’s scratch A cosy room, securely bolt the door A small child sleeps not out of reach These things we all can share Don’t hanker after gold and wealth and fame The simple things are best and stay the same Autumn Hedgerows tinted yellow brown and gold Tell us now that summer’s growing old Fields of stubble standing in the sun Bereft of corn and waiting for the plough Children too are having lots of fun All knocking conkers down from chestmut bough Squirrels are busy hoarding up their nests They scurry to and fro with all their might They do not think of all those ifs and buts But of approaching winter and their plight If they had lazed the golden days away For that folly they would have had to pay Pollution Acid rain wafts gently down creating carnage on the rown no fish swim on crystal bed but lie in murky stillness dead flowers picked when as a child are no longer growing wild hybrids fool the honey bee now no nectar will he see deep wounds cut in forests lie gape wide open to the sky poison seeps right through the land meets the water through the sand the bluebell wood and primrose dell do not escape the deadly knell fir trees choke and fight for life disease and death in trees is rife are we trembling on the brink will we be like the moon extinct Her get up and go it got up and went Her life’s latent force was very nigh spent When she espied cider her smile it grew wider Twas Somerset too so strong and so true The apples that grew not far from the Brue She supped it up quick was very near sick Her got up and go got up and came back
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