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The Emboughered by Dickie Straker
Last night, I rambled through memory paths, leaf litter, the sounds of dawn and dusk and the spicy aroma of autumn, of carp slime, beech mast and silt.
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TREE: Living Near Woods by Gill Horitz
When words were no longer on the tip of my mother’s tongue one of the first to go was ‘tree’.
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TREE: Sometimes a Moon by Jane Routh
The summer view of the hills is filtered through its green leaflets, just beginning to yellow as I write this at the beginning of October.
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TREE: Life Cycle by Ruth Bradshaw
The amorphous, anonymous mass of tangled greenery that I have too often ignored on previous visits to the woods begins to take on a new significance.
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Walking with the moors by Ella Taylor
I wade into the unknown water, cautious not to make any sudden movements.
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How to Paint a Ditch by Hugh Dunford Wood
We all pass through, for a Holloway is not quite of this world.
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Shap to Plumgarths by David Banning
a song scattering a trail of columns and façades throughout the north of England.
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Chorus by James Roberts
A pink-headed fruit dove has just opened its eyes and uttered a soft, almost inaudible hoo.
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Field notes from an African anthropologist by JC Niala
The ladybirds have crossed a boundary and boundaries are the demarcations of belonging.
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Where are you really from? by Louisa Adjoa Parker
Racism is everywhere. It spreads like a pandemic, is passed down the generations like an heirloom.
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Flower Grace by Philip Strange
I saw the grace of the butterfly and how, in turn, it lends this grace to the flower.
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The Corvid’s Shadow by Rose Fulton
“We were on a walk in the forest above our house when a crow flew over. We watched as its shadow went passed us on the ground.”
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