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Spring Watch

Smart speckled Starlings iridescent brazen bullies of the bird table shout in gabbling, grabbing gangs While sun-bright Goldfinches perform their fluttering fancies above the lawn’s fresh green gems The trees shine newly dressed in brightest garb of spring greenness and … Continue reading

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Easter Bank Holiday

Brings the arrival of the chocolate Bunny and chocolate eggs which are also quite funny There’s hot cross buns and Simmnel cakes Or your own back garden for barbecue bakes There are picnics and outings to National Parks and beaches … Continue reading

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The Humble Unicorn…

She joined me as I leaned on the paddock fence watching the annual Dartmoor pony round-up. “As a kid I was most at home amongst animals. In fact I sometimes pretended I was a horse,” she said. “I used to … Continue reading

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‘Better than any Son’ by Rob Nisbet

The Burrower is pleased to welcome a new Guest Blogger to Story-worm and hopes you will enjoy: ‘Better than any Son’ by Rob Nisbet     It was six o’clock in the morning and still bitterly cold. The sun wouldn’t … Continue reading

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Jes, Graffiti Kid

I’m bored. Nothing ever happens in this crummy town; even the beach is a snooze, full of old people in cardigans shuffling along the front looking for cheap tearooms. They shout and wave their walking sticks at you if you … Continue reading

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HAIKU

  Mists rise through pale sun Lifting pastel shaded drapes Earthy scents unfold   Image copyright Kim lane

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Hands-on

Reach out to others young and old Offer friendship from the cold Connecting skin with a human touch a precious move that means so much That muscles sense a warm response and strengthens feelings right at once confirms the need … Continue reading

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…When angry, paint Bamboo

Years had gone by – decades, and still no real change. The bamboo grew dense and high, rattled by the breeze and furious in the gales which often struck it. Unexpectedly, there’d be periods of calm when only an occasional … Continue reading

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When happy, paint the Iris…

  The days grow longer with pale shafts of light lifting the grey mood. The morning skies are rinsed with early promise and heralded by sparrow-chattered trees. Snowdrops modestly bow their heads to the welcome dawn and the chilled birds … Continue reading

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AFTERMATH

Mum’s done the cooking, all single-handed while for the umpteenth time, ‘The Eagle has Landed’ The dinner is stuffed into over-filled tums as we’ve nibbled the crisps and mince pies with crumbs After the meal, we collapse in a heap … Continue reading

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