Virginia Evans
Original poems and compositions.
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
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LUNDY SEALS
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
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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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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