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Colwick Park


Take a walk around Colwick Park

So much to take in, so much to see

A sparkling jewel within Nottinghamshire

It doesn’t cost anything, it’s all-free

 

Round a bouts and swings for the children

Long walks for all to take part

Taking in all of the beautiful scenery

It’s just knowing where to start

 

The lakes in all their splendour

With greenery and all kinds of trees

Wild life swimming across the waters

With dragonflies, butterflies and bees

 

The River Trent runs by the park

Adding beauty as it flows by

Fishermen fishing in the lakes

With ducks, geese and swans flying high

 

 

It’s a place where you can find peace

A place to sit with your memories past

Of relationships to reflect upon

On how long they’d last

 

Colwick Park has many things to give

And you can add to it’s magic too

For a short while lose yourself

In the panoramic scenery you view 

Malcolm G Bradshaw

A Mother’s Loss

I held someone very precious

A miracle that was gentle and mild

The most wonderful gift from God

Was my first-born beautiful child

This child had a heavenly smile

So tiny, so delicate in every way

But alas my dreams were shattered

As my child passed away

I was devastated at my loss

By now my heart was breaking

Everything stopped in my life

Every bone in my body was aching

I blamed myself for the passing

My health reached low ebb

I just could not understand

Why my beautiful child was dead

It was then as I lay sleeping

An angelic angel came to me

Cradled within her arms was my baby

She had brought for me to see

I felt all the grief and pain was lifted

These words to me she said

My child please don’t blame yourself

As your can see your child is alive not dead

Your baby in heaven will be taken care of

And God will ease your pain

Your child will be waiting

To be re-united with you again

  Malcolm G Bradshaw

Poppy And The Snail

Poppy the fairy was flying in the forest

When she came across Simon the snail

He wasn’t looking too good

In fact he was looking quite pale

Whatever is the matter enquired Poppy

I don’t know was Simons reply

I have not been able to slither

For my trail has been to dry

Poppy gently picks him up in her arms

Flew down to the doctor pretty quick

For she was very concerned about Simon

For she knew that Simon was very sick

She took him to see doctor dandelion

 The doctor would know what to do,

He examined poor Simon thoroughly

He diagnosed Simon of having snail flu

The doctor told Poppy to take him home

Put Simon straight into his bed

Make sure he has plenty of fluid

Place a cold compress around his head

Poppy made sure Simon was comfortable

As she tucked Simon into his shell

After a few days of nursing

Simon recovered very healthy and well.

Malcolm Bradshaw

The Pardon – Promote Yourself

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My dog lay dead five days without a grave
In the thick of summer, hid in a clump of pine
And a jungle of grass and honeysuckle-vine.
I who had loved him while he kept alive

Went only close enough to where he was
To sniff the heavy honeysuckle-smell
Twined with another odor heavier still
And hear the flies’ intolerable buzz.

Well, I was ten and very much afraid.
In my kind world the dead were out of range
And I could not forgive the sad or strange
In beast or man. My father took the spade

And buried him. Last night I saw the grass
Slowly divide (it was the same scene
But now it glowed a fierce and mortal green)
And saw the dog emerging. I confess

I felt afraid again, but still he came
In the carnal sun, clothed in a hymn of flies,
And death was breeding in his lively eyes.
I started in to cry and call his name,

Asking forgiveness of his tongueless head.
. . . I dreamt the past was never past redeeming:
But whether this was false or honest dreaming
I beg death’s pardon now. And mourn the dead.

Richard Wilbur

Words Hidden – Promote Yourself

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The sky is lovely and the stars shine bright
A pen is with me – I think I should write
I sat on the grass and I tried not to think
But ideas came out in just one blink.

Oh words, why am I running out of you?
Transform my thoughts – use every hue
Come to me, for it is my heart that speaks,
Come to me, for it is my mind that seeks.

I do not have a lot; I do not have enough
Perhaps I should stop for it might be a bluff
The calm sky roared, it seemed to disagree
My mind is in pain, please set it free

I must look for the treasure that I have lost
For love is there and you don’t know its cost
Hope exists but the words remain hidden
And so do arguments that can’t be overridden.

The sun had risen and I was still wide-awake
Pain was there – I don’t know how much I can take
All I ever wanted was for my voice to be heard
But how, but how, for I am lost for words

Shevaun Lemieux

Poppy and the snail


Poppy the fairy was flying in  the forest

When she came across Simon the  snail

He wasn’t looking too  good

In fact he was looking quite  pale

Whatever is the matter enquired  Poppy

I don’t know was Simons  reply

I have not been able to  slither

For my trail has been to  dry

Poppy gently picks him up in  her arms

Flew down to the doctor pretty  quick

For she was very concerned  about Simon

For she knew that Simon was  very sick

She took him to see doctor  dandelion

The doctor would know what to  do,

He examined poor Simon  thoroughly

He diagnosed Simon of having  snail flu

The doctor told Poppy to take  him home

Put Simon straight into his bed

Make sure he has plenty of  fluid

Place a cold compress around  his head

Poppy made sure Simon was  comfortable

As she tucked Simon into his  shell

After a few days of nursing

Simon recovered very healthy  and well.

Malcolm  Bradshaw
The winner of the
9th Competition
Malcolm Bradshaw has donated his prize money back to Poetree creations
So we can run more poetry workshops
A big thank you from every one at Poetree creations
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