IN ANCIENT WOODS



Walk in ancient woods
Feel the life beneath your feet
the complex web of roots and fungi
networking, supporting
 
Stop and look up
at the towering oak
the broad branched beech
the quivering ailing ash
 
Sheltering the understorey
providing homes and food
for birds and other animals
for insects lichen fungi . . .
 
Their fallen branches - and
ancestors and cousins - lie
decaying on the ground
dead . . . but full of life . . .
 
The woods are full of life
life that owes its being to the trees
What history have they witnessed
what dramas have they lived through . . .
 
And still strong they stand

Virginia Evans



Illustration by: Paul Swailes

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LUNDY SEALS

Brown puppies
heads bobbing above the water
turning, looking around
inquisitive eyes
friendly faces
 
Larger black adults don't hang around
watch for a moment then
 
suddenly 
quickly
pulling their huge dark shiny mass
carefully
lightly
out and over 
- over and under 
in one fast moment
 
Dive
 

Virginia Evans




 

Illustrated by: Paul Swailes

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HILLSIDE GARDENING

It's steep this garden steeply stepped and slopey
straggling along the hillside brambles and nettles and other creepers wild flowers peeping through lots of wildlife ticks abound
 
get everything together gloves bucket secateurs little fork anything forgotten means a climb uphill again loppers are too heavy need another journey toget them
 
standing on the slopes is slippery sliding sometimes ending up sitting
finally here's a place to stand or crouch encourage slow growers discourage takeovers
 
clip the brambles reach to pull the nettles legs straining hips complaining time to change position nettles prickle through these expensive gloves [I spent solong choosing] ...
 
the secateurs slide away down the slope into the roughundergrowth must follow now or lose them forever scratched messed and bedraggled find them and wearily scrabble up again
 
With care it's an outdoor gym!
 
There are other gentler times when you can wander out to potter along the paths tool-less list-less soaking up colours and scents and listening to birdsong

Virginia Evans


Illustrated by: Paul Swailes

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DOVES

Sometimes four or five
sometimes twentyfive
suddenly they take off together
 
fluttering round and up
then looping and gliding
in higher and wider circles
synchronised
 
swirling and now gently
swinging in smaller
and smaller circle
to and fro
across the valley
settling in a tree or
onto the hillside
 
some staying other
wheeling back to the barn
where they sit in a row on the hill
of the triangle rooftop
 
Graceful white symbols of peace

Virginia Evans


Illustrated by: Paul Swailes


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JACKDAW TIME OF DAY
Virginia Evans

Four o'clock
on a winter afternoon
Is jackdaw time of day
 
They fly over the church and
Over the woods
In sociable groups
Djaaking
 
Not raucously rawking like
argumentative rooks
Or crossly cawing like
Complaining crows
 
jackdaws just amiably gossiply
Djaaking.

Illustrated by: Paul Swailes

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We reached the top of the Torrs
on a grey and windy day
the sea near black the sky clouded
dark over Ilfracombe
 
We looked west to Lundy
and the sky cracked open
a pale line of light
lightening the sea in patches
 
And as we watched
the line of light thickened
and brightened
And as we watched
second by second
the colour of the sea mutated
gradually
near black to thick dark blue to
clear green blue
 
We looked up
and the strip of light was wide and shiny
bright above a line of clouds and
the sun was warm and
the wind subsided
We turned
and saw Ilfracombe bathed
in golden sunlight

Virginia Evans - Lee Copse


 
Illustrated by: Paul Swailes

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END OF SUMMER

Mid-August and the summer flowers are fading
Replaced by seed heads hard and brown
Or floating fluffy shafts of down
 
Bees, butterflies and other insects
busy now after spring's late start
find other flowers
 
In the hedgerows dancing fuchsias dangle
and soft pink hemp agrimony
stands strong and tall
 
dreamy flaxen headed meadowsweet floats;
lacy hogweed and red campion linger...
In the meadows
 
knapweed and vetches still flourish
bunches of ragwort glow
and on the walls
 
stalwart Mexican daisies never stop
geraniums, some roses and the glorious
hanging baskets bloom on
 
high and mighty buddleia boasts its big
purple spears above banks of
fiery glowing montbretia
 
hydrangea's multi flowered heads have
suddenly dramatically opened
in beautiful bright
 
changing colours: from greenish white to
creamy yellow;
from shades of palest pink to lilac, purple,
deepest red and blue
 
Late August - summer's flowers are fading fast
early morning mists are creeping in
the scent of autumn's in the air

Virginia Evans- Lee Copse

Illustration by: Paul Swailes

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SINGING THRUSH

Here Here Here Here Here
Singit singit singit singit
Chup chup chup chup chup
Me an you me an you me an you
Furlough furlough furlough furlough
Do-y-doo do-y-doo do-y-doo
wheelie wheelie wheelie wheelie
Churrily churrily churrily churrily
see see see see see see
Piu piu piu piu piu
do it do it do it do it
Whee whee whee whee
Choo it Choo it Choo it choo it
Tu tu tu tu tu tu
Meeuu meeuu meeuu meeuu
Ooeeooo ooeeeoo ooeeoo ooeeoo
singit singit singit singit!

Interpreted by Virginia Evans


 

Illustrated by: Paul Swailes


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FIRST WINTER IN BERRYNARBOR

 

We arrived in September
Warm autumn days full of colour
Before October rain and wind set in
And November locked us in
 
There's lot to do here
In the house and garden
We find good people to help
With trees, a plumbing problem
building improvements
And a fallen wall
 
Most days I walk
Greeted by
Cheerful smiling faces
And friendly [mostly] dogs
. . . And Flowerpot people
 
We meet kindly neighbours
And are sustained by
the friendliness of the shop
So well stocked and organised
 
And everywhere around the village
Water is running and rushing
Gushing from pipes
Flowing from fields

December arrives
and little painted wooden Santa faces
appear outside houses on fences and walls
Christmas comes and goes
Without the usual social events
But with amazing light displays
 
Winter pansies and button daisies bravely bloom
Birds crowd around the bird feeder
And in January's harsh lockdown
everyday a new flower opens
Every day a new bird song is heard
 
Snowdrops come at last
And the first daffodils
February opens crocuses, primroses
miniature flags and grape hyacinth
 
And then freezes
With a fierce easterly wind
Warm weather follows
At last as the days lengthen
More flowers - and blossom now.

We are glad to be here and wait for spring

All illustrations by: Paul Swailes

Virginia Evans - Lee Copse

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