Treasure Island

Fay Slimm

(Ageless. / in Cornwall U.K.)

A Birthright Heritage.


We who proud belong
Among the countrysiders
Reckon we all see
Such wonderful
Complexity of life.

Far from city lights,
We witness every gleaming
Sunbeam strike new growth
In sacred things
That spawn in grassy streams.

Scent of early dew
We smell in earthy springtime.
Sights of nature's prize
Buzzards, winging
Skywards fill our eyes.

Cygnets magic change
Over time from brown to white.
Dark flocks of starlings
Noisy roost, but
Delight us every nightime.

We want no changes.
Rivers run and must reach sea
From moorland heights, walking
Tall by birthright,
Our heritage is free.

Submitted: Friday, February 13, 2009
Edited: Friday, February 13, 2009

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  • Naseer Ahmed Nasir (4/2/2009 11:03:00 PM)

    'We who proud belong
    Among the countrysiders
    Reckon we all see
    Such wonderful
    Complexity of life.'

    I myself belong among the countrysiders. I have seen and learnt this wonderful complexity of life and poetry from the nature, our birthright heritage. Beautiful poem, Fay. Thanks for sharing.

    Best Wishes
    Naseer (Report) Reply

  • Alison Cassidy (2/22/2009 10:15:00 PM)

    The reader can feel the pride in your voice as you share your precious countryside in affirmative words and winged images. I too live in the bush and, you're right, every day offers another surprise; another reminder of the beauty of nature. A lovely, lilting poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

  • Kevin Wells (2/18/2009 3:35:00 PM)

    So true! I envy anyone who can know that life. I have the misfortune of living on the outskirts of a city with all the rudeness and brusqueness that the city showers upon us. I dream of retirement in the country. Your picture of country life is a wonderful portrait.
    Kev. (Report) Reply

  • Kris Smith (2/13/2009 12:14:00 PM)

    Oh weonderful write Fay you take us there a nd it is a lovely I'll bring the dogs 10 ++++ Chris (Report) Reply

  • Sue Sie (2/13/2009 11:17:00 AM)

    What a great portrayal here of the worlds Nature...you describe so well the surroundings in this countryside...10+ (Report) Reply

  • Catrina Heart (2/13/2009 11:04:00 AM)

    We want no changes.
    Rivers run and must reach sea
    From moorland heights, walking
    Tall by birthright,
    Our heritage is free.

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    A nationalist and environmentalist point of view......great write...Let's protect, rehabilitate and preserve the lovely nature.......10+++++ (Report) Reply

  • Lynda Robson (2/13/2009 10:53:00 AM)

    You are so right Fay, I think countryside dwellers get the best of both worlds, if we want noise and bright lights we can go and find them and then come back to our havens of peace, lovely write as always,
    10

    Lynda xx (Report) Reply

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