This last section is a grab-bag, or miscellany, of things which didn't fit anywhere else! It begins with some poems that I like.
In the FieldsLord when I look at lovely things which pass,
Under old trees the shadow of young leaves
Dancing to please the wind along the grass,
Or the gold stillness of the August sun on the August sheaves;
Can I believe there is a heavenlier world than this?
And if there is
Will the heart of any everlasting thing
Bring me these dreams that take my breath away?
They come at evening with the home-flying rooks and the scent of hay,
Over the fields. They come in spring.
Charlotte Mew (1869-1928)
Ten Thousand Flowers in SpringTen thousand flowers in spring,
the moon in autumn,
a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter.
If your mind isn't clouded by unnecessary things,
this is the best season of your life.
Old Man and BirdsAn old man now, my rumpled clothes have bulging pockets
of brown paper bags containing
peanuts, seeds and crumbs.
In the park, pigeons gather round me,
sitting on my outstretched hands, my shoulders, my head.
Pecking food I have placed there for them.
I walk slowly, a king among minions,
watched by solemn children and busy mothers,
who throw crumbs to ducks. Surpised by my appearance they
follow me with their eyes.
An old man now, I shuffle along with my birdy friends,
Grey city birds, not upper class folk I assure you,
but glad of my company, as I of theirs.
And would you wonder to know,
that inside me lives yet that dreaming boy
who lay in summer long ago
in a field so sweet with scents and swaying grasses,
That even the cries of skylarks high above, wheeling round and round in the sky
Did not dissuade him from thinking this was heaven.
© Sabrina Lewins, 2003
Poem for Rabbit-Hole DayThere is something under the shed,
A scuttling dark shape in the night.
A wild beast slunk into our house,
But I startled it and it ran away.
The large bone is still on the filbert.
Outside TodayEarly morning mist lingers,
Golden leaves sparkle in winter sunlight.
Crows chase one another from branch to branch.
A sudden breeze causes a cascade of leaves to fall.
Startled deer run through the trees.
Stillness regained, a lone magpie flies past.
Outside...Pale blue sky.
Bright Winter Sun.
Dappled shadows on green and gold leaves.
EasterlyLooking eastwards through the window I can see:
The trees, their leaves starting to turn golden brown.
Cobwebs shining in the sunlight.
Glowing streaks of rain driven by the wind.
© Alister Perrott, 2004-2005