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In every other tree
A robin sings
Territorially,
Assertively
Staking his claim,
His right to be
Right here
In this tree.

David wrote…
One thing have I asked,
One thing do I seek:
To dwell in God’s presence,
All the days of my life,
To gaze on his beauty,
To listen to his voice.
Only one thing matters.

I met an aged apple farmer
Busy with his work,
His face was gnarled and weather beaten
Like apple-tree bark.

A time of joy, a time of pain,
A baby girl born,
And passed away,
In just one day.

A crisp, cold, frosty morning with the low winter sun shining strongly out of a clear blue sky, making the ice crystals glisten and sparkle on every leaf and blade of grass. Not a breath of wind this morning – the water as still as the proverbial millpond, reflecting the glare of the sun into my eyes.

A strong Sou’Wester,
Storm Gerrit, someone’s called it,
Harrying over the harbour,
Pulsating over the park.

The huge earth bank of the Saxon wall
Still marks the edge of town.
It was built by Alfred the Great
To keep the Vikings out
(But it didn’t work, sad to say,
The Danes occupied the town, anyway.)

Oscillating calls disrupt the coastal calm:
Obstreperous oystercatchers
Clashing over the oyster catch?