For: During November I want to see trees or leaves or anything found in a woodland environment, Sunday Trees – 262 by Becca Givens
26 Weeks Letter Challenge: “W”
The Girl in Plush Dress
the girl in plush dress
one can hear her laugh, bless
she wanders in the woods
enjoying her childhood
so benign and gentle
no need to bribe her to amble
shivering in the cold
she skips as she strolled
passing by the narrow turnstile
remembering to smile
in her ambisinister way
she might be taken as prey
she sees an ephemerid
down on the ground she skid
which made her itch
her lips twitched
back to her chamber
our little ambler
(c) ladyleemanila 2016
A Walk in Our Village – Echoes of my Neighbourhood 15
It was a lovely day today so we went for a walk this morning. It took us two hours to walk from our village to the next, had salad for lunch, then walked back again. That was fun!
For: Za’abeel Palace’s outer grounds…Echoes of my neighbourhood 15 and Skywatch Friday – 21 April 2016 Edition . Also for: marina view…
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
TJ’s Household Haiku Challenge – Wood
wood from Africa
souvenirs of holiday
many moons ago
(c) ladyleemanila 2016
A Walk in the Woods
THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “A Shropshire Lad 2” by A.E. Housman: hung, cherry, wearing, bloom, snow, springs, bough, trees, again, roam, woodlands, seventy
Gone was the snow and I’m free to roam again
Away from the scrutiny of my fellow townsmen
Wearing just trainers, t-shirt and jeans, I’m ready
Why are you angry and at the same time so clingy?
To the woodlands where all trees and flowers bloom
I need this time to clear my head and not feel gloom
In the spring where cherry boughs laden with blossoms
And the trees are randomly in rows and columns
Seventy trees and still counting, on and on I walked
Not a sound, not even when some birds squawked
Free from worries, free from pain, free from convention
Just me and the nature, and being on my own was fun
For: Whirligig 39 by Magical Mystical Teacher