Protective Hospitality

[Poeticpiers]

Protective hospitality

The gorse is brightly blooming now all yellow gold.
Across the hillocks where the cattle roam
It’s prickly bushes spread wide to enfold
the birds and animals to whom it’s home.

Its golden flowers imitate the sun
concealing thorny spikes to tear your skin.
Providing safety for those who run
for their lives. Sanctuary lies within

these thorny thickets closely entwined.
a haven for a wide variety
A stronghold built to natures own design
Where hunted creatures can live happily.

Beneath golden beauty of those boughs
complicated maze of tunnels lie.
Made by the rabbit, vole and field mouse
well hidden from their fierce predators eyes.

The circling hawk that threatens from the sky
the hunting fox that prowls by dark of night
are baffled in their search ,although they still try
They cannot penetrate this greenery.

May 2004
:D :eek:

[laleesh]

hey! this almost got past me! and such an easy, mellow, the color yellow and enjoyable piece! you have to admit, there is no more appealing body armor than that of mother nature, leastwise as you show and tell it, ivor.

your descriptives are timeless, and in your writing i can continually see an england i've always imagined, one quite a bit younger than the old darling she now must be.

i'm so glad this found me!
:)
laleesh

[Territorial Hawk]

I like it :)

[Michael]

Unlike laleesh, I don’t know how to envision England. I know it rains a lot, doesn’t it? Is it becoming too overdeveloped as is the US? Your writing always paints it as if it still has plenty of countryside.

You also write a lot about the lives of animals, Ivor, as if you can get into their minds, which, of course, brings the reader there as well.

Just when I thought I was getting close to your talent with the rhyme, you go and add enjambment.http://instagiber.net/smiliesdotcom/cwm/cwm/uhoh3.gif
Originally posted by Poeticpiers
Its golden flowers imitate the sun
concealing thorny spikes to tear your skin.
Providing safety for those who run
for their lives. Sanctuary lies within

these thorny thickets closely entwined.
a haven for a wide variety
A stronghold built to natures own design
Where hunted creatures can live happily.
Nicely painted, Piers. You’ve just raised the bar for me again. I don’t visit those bars very often either. :confused:

[naturalist]

all things big and small, from earth to sky and sun you covered it ivor!

[Poeticpiers]

My thanks friends In my part of the world most of the industrial heritage has been left behind and the scars are healing. I am within easy reach of miles of rolling moorlands where little moves except sheep. Wild life proliferates and gives the chance to observe it in my wanderings.

WE do get fair amount of Rain Michael but usually only enough to preserve the greeness I confess my rambles are mainly by car these days but stirs up old memories of my youthful escapades
In fact this area is a ell kept secret from the tourists but frienlier and more hospitable people would be hard to f9ind. Ivor

[laleesh]

oh ivor! now you've got me wanting to hop a U.S.S. Something and head for the coast! :) the england i have in my head is ye merry old, if ever such a thing existed!

that is one reason i adore the old BBC comedies; they give me such a lovely and nostalgic glimpse into the past.



:)
lala