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Priceless

My walk today was priceless, my senses fed in full
Blue sky, dusted in white clouds, the sea a clear green hue

I strolled on grass green carpets that led to rocky shore
Saw colours in the landscape that eluded me before

The blossom smelled so sweetly when caught by gentle breeze
It scattered like confetti on the path and round the trees

Prickly yellow gorse was in full bloom on craggy hills
And peaking from behind a rock were golden daffodils

The cackled cry of gulls ahead of me on cliff and wing
And on the beach a colony of seals began to sing

In grunts and barks and snorts, they called and shouted, squealed and wailed
While lounging in clear water and basking on warm shale

A grey head broke the surface and bobbed above the waves
It dived and glided into surf towards the cliffs’ dark caves

I sat alone upon the hill and out to sea I gazed
In awe of my surroundings captivated and amazed

My heart was filled with gratitude I’d found a treasure trove
Of nature’s true magnificence along that rocky cove

 

© Jacky Leonard 2020

Author’s notes
I’m lucky to have access to stunning scenery and beautiful walks.  This is about one such place and was penned following a walk on the Little Orme with my dog Tess.

The Bird

I was walking one day when a bird flew past me

It perched close by in a high tree

I watched it and it watched me.

There enbranched it quietly stood

In the safety of that small wood.

In the calmness of that old oak,

With hissing flies and bullfrog croak

Hazy sun shadows just like smoke

On wavering bough it did cling

For me a solo it began to sing.

© Jacky Leonard

 

Author’s notes

This was one of the first poems I wrote when I was still at school

The Sea

An incredible force of nature
Its many personas a wonder to behold
A playful clown, toying with those who come to splash and swim in its shallow water
A peaceful prophet, forecasting calm, clear passage for many a traveller
An unfathomable, mysterious spirit, keeping secrets in its hidden depths
A creative artist, producing a magnificent canvas of colour, texture and beauty
A nurturing provider, offering welcome sanctuary for creatures great and small and livelihoods to many
A raging maniac, with the potential to suck the life from those who dare to challenge its supreme authority
A hypnotic companion that holds your gaze and dares you to leave, knowing you’ll be compelled to return
To witness its dichotomous power to nurture and destroy

Jacky Leonard © March 2013

Authors Notes

In Polkerris, Cornwall, sat in a pub gazing at the sea.