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Posted by Ben Grader on Thu Jan 20, 2005 10:56 am
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The hedgerows turn green
<br>trees thicken in the tops
<br>scattered clumps of primroses
<br>show in the banks of the sunken lane.
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<br>Jackdaws are scouting out
<br>unused chimney pots for nesting sites.
<br>Soon I shall see the rooftop dance
<br>of crows claiming their territory.
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<br>The hares will start their boxing matches
<br>watched by an admiring doe.
<br>And on the moorland, coots,
<br>will skitter up and down the rhines.
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<br>While in the gardens blackbirds
<br>will proclaim their love for hens
<br>secluded, hidden in the shrubbery
<br>where they have built their nest.
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<br>The longer days have stirred
<br>the breeding clocks of natures animals
<br>and birds. Yet my heart has felt no jog
<br>I am satisfied here by myself.
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<br>There is no loneliness for me, I am at ease,
<br>I muddle through my days, with music
<br>as my company. My part time work
<br>fills up my morning hours. I am content.
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<br>2002
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<br>Rooks scatter and pursue
<br>rogue males in search of a new seasons mate.
<br>Erstwhile solitary crows pair up;
<br>soon I shall see their rooftop dance
<br>as territory boundaries are mapped out.
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<br>Robins entice with amiable song
<br>females which a short time back
<br>they would have killed in gory battle
<br>now they woo in gentle courtship
<br>the touch of spring is in their bones.
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<br>Green shoots of daffodils begin to show
<br>around the hawthorn hedge?s roots
<br>harbingers of coming days;
<br>soon the green sprigs of ?bread and cheese?
<br>will sprout at branches ends.
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<br>Then spring will rouse my sluggish soul
<br>awake me once again to leisure hours
<br>spent on the moorland fields I love so well
<br>watching as nature unfolds all around
<br>and shows its mystery to me once more.
<br>2005
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Posted by Phil on Fri Jan 21, 2005 8:52 am
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Very nice. It really gets to me to visualize the scene you set out in the first part. It also makes me really miss springtime, since it's the cold of winter (which I hate!).
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Posted by Bluesy Socrateaser on Wed Mar 11, 2009 6:03 am
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So many years before, and now, so many years after. The desire for spring is more than perennial, it is the season of conception, birth, and blossoming. You painted its sights and sounds with a seasoned brush all your own Ben.
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