Derwentwater, Cumbria
Gloomy summer’s day
Bobbing at the water’s edge
A lonely boardwalk
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Gloomy Summer’s Day
Beside Narrow Paths
Beside narrow paths
Blackberries turning colour
Ready to make pie
Tick Tock Ticking Clock
Tick tock, says the clock
Marking time in little blocks
Seasons marching on
Ticking Clock
Sitting quietly
Listen to the ticking clock
Life’s seasons move on
Sunshine Gone Away
Sunshine gone away
Was that summer passing by?
Days now shortening
If On a Sunny Summer’s Day
Summer Garden
If on a sunny summer’s day
I walked along a rambling way
Through trees and fields of new mown hay
What profit would it bring me?
Or if in autumn I did ride
Upon a boat washed by the tide
To find a place where I could hide
What pleasure would it give me?
Perhaps in winter I could run
And slide with children having fun
Or throw a snowball at someone
What lessons would it teach me?
If in the spring I watched the trees
Or saw the way a sparrow sees
The spiders and the humming bees
What happiness would greet me?
In summer, autumn, winter, spring
Whatever weather they would bring
If I could give to you a ring
What wond’rous love would fill me.
Standing Tall
Standing tall in unity
Looks like a nice family
But all males to prevent inbreeding
The Wild Place Project, Bristol
Long Hot Afternoon
Long, hot afternoon
Clouds drift on a lazy breeze
Summer blues and greens
Meercat
Meerkat, The Wild Place Project, Bristol
Laugharne Castle
What awesome stories could be told
Of knights in armour, riding bold
Defending maids in days of old
And marching on to glory
In battles fought and battles won
As armour shone in summer sun
The knightly steed would yield to none
Despite the great furore
But now the castle’s falling down
No kingly head to wear the crown
All memory is just a frown
As children learn the story
Students of literature may recognise Laugharne Castle. On the other side of the castle is Dylan Thomas’ boathouse where he wrote much of his work, including, I believe, his play, Under Milk Wood.
