Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 22,417 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Mother-Nature - Poem by Mark Heathcote

Mother-nature what is the essence of spring
Does father berate you turning back his sheets?
Does he wait in the wings with chilly deceits
Mother-nature you're waking up everything.

The dawn is rousing with bird song and crickets
Hens are cluck, cluck, clucking once again
The farm dog is barking-mad in the thickets
And coppiced-boughs emerald in the woodland-fen.

Mother-nature what is all this foliage about
My ankles they're reddened by stinging nettles
And mountain, rivers are leaping with brown trout
Mother-nature, there's cherry, blossom petals:

Everywhere I walk; your a good ten steps ahead
The grounds covered in slugs and snails it looks
Like they're carrying picnic baskets on their head
Mother-nature—father is reading hymnbooks.

He wants to blanket the world in ice and snow,
Put a bookmark in this passage and embrace you.
But you're as skittish as a newborn lamb, so-
I ask for Sis Summer, "what's your overview".

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Comments about Mother-Nature by Mark Heathcote

  • Glen Kappy (4/2/2017 7:39:00 AM)


    mark,

    there's some skillful rhyming in this poem, and i like

    snails it looks like they're carrying picnic baskets on their head

    the best to you in manchester!

    glen kappy
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    Mark Heathcote Mark Heathcote (4/2/2017 10:25:00 AM)

    Many thanks Glen much appreciated sir.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 20, 2017



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