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(I feel as though I've joined some club
My last question was deleted!
No longer am I isolated!.
And like others I won't be defeated!.
I've joined a very special band
The creme de la creme of poetry-land
Here's my deleted poem repeated)

A Snapshot of the Forest of Dean

Summer is hiding from our view
Above the dull-grey of the sky!.
Its warmth and light and varied hues
Teasingly masked
Then, just occasionally, breaking through!.
Underfoot spongey grass
Sucks greedily at our wellington boots,
And soddened ferns soak trousered legs
(Satiated and
water-drunk to their roots)!.
Scruffy-dog disappears into the knee-high ferns
In search of what!? No-one knows!.
A rat, a squirrel, a trembling shrew!?
Whatever - he, swiftly barking, soon returns!.

We turn into the hedge-edged lane,
As it rambles carelessly down hill
Following the ancient rural tracks
Winding slowly down the lea!.
The River Severn is swollen
by the incessant, torrential rain
Its submerged banks spilling water
like silver coverlets over the plain
This distant view expects you
To stop, admire and gasp,
And we obediently pause
And do as we are asked!.

Hedgerows are abundantly ladened
With fruits of every kind!.
Damsons, elderberries and sloes
On bush and tree and vine!.
The luscious, succulent blackberry
King of Fruit who reigns over all
Has the rural history of England
In its grasp and in its thrall!.

Reluctantly, we turn for home
The threatened rain has begun to fall,
And we scurry before the storm breaks!.!.!.!.
Hot chocolate and fireside call!.





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