Ramble by the Severn
By Rhiannonw
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Pink wild roses, and fields of ox-eyes,
bees drinking from purple comfrey,
and poppies in the corn.
Picnic ‘gallery seat’ on the river bank…
entertainment laid on –
swallows flit around and above
hoovering flies
and sand martins seem to arise
from below our legs (nesting in the bank?).
‘Was that a flash of peacock blue?’ as
something speeds across the water.
‘Is it …?’ ‘Yes, it is!’
then it fast-glides back and for
and we look down at fuller view
of wide brilliant sapphire back*.
‘I think there’s another further up –
they’re together now …
back into the trees opposite,
with a fish, I think.’
Walk on up the river,
up the valley side,
down into a dingle
by an old water-mill site,
up and on and down into another darker dingle,
out and down again further on,
along its stream a little way, up again, and soon:
circle complete.
(7/6/18)
* kingfisher
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sounds idyllic! I love those
sounds idyllic! I love those (very rare) times when I've seen a kingfisher
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What a gorgeous spot!
What a gorgeous spot!
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How lucky to see a kingfisher
How lucky to see a kingfisher! I'm like you and always looking in the wrong direction. I'm glad you got to see TWO :0) You must still have lots of insects to have all these birds? We were reminiscing about how aweful the midges and mosquitos were when we moved here 15 years ago. There are fewer now. But also far fewer swallows and martins. Also WAY fewer bumblebees. It is comforting to know that there are still wild places untroubled. Thankyou for your lovely poem
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Hi Rhiannon,
Hi Rhiannon,
I'm so glad you got to see the kingfisher. They'e so quick you were lucky to photograph this beautiful bird. It must have been such a glorious day with all that nature to look at.
I enjoyed reading your poem, you captured those lovely photos perfectly.
Jenny.
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