Four Seasons of Darwen

poem by: Martyn Grindrod
Written on Dec 15, 2016

Winter
Fog and mist from Winter Hill drew
over West Pennines it blew
over moorland gorse and bracken
into soot filled chimneys it did blacken
Through howling wind and driving snow 
dogwalkers walk in degrees below
The water flows freely down Street 
culvert spills , Ankle deep

Spring 
The hard winter doth disappear 
The flowering buds appear
starlings arrive cometh May
lighter nights here to stay
Food more plentiful rodents group 
Barn Owls prepare the swoop
The grass doth grow the wind dies down 
Darwen Tower sentinel over Town 

Summer 
The heat of summer finally here
barbecues ready flowing of beer 
The Moorland cattle they graze
Too much sun Moorlands ablaze
Families pack summer vacation 
Off they fly to foreign nation 
on their return they did miss
Beautiful Darwen land of bliss

Autumn
Autumn brings forth first frost 
Final signs summers lost 
leaves fall russet yellows and reds
Butterflies and Bumblebees prepare their beds
Autumnal warmth bereft of heat
Hoddesden walks crunchy underfeet 
Washing lines away , Out spin driers 
Kids collecting wood for their bonfires 

Thank you 

 

Tags: happy, humor, rhyme, inspirational, encouraging,

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Christopher Russon commented:
A really lovely poem Martin well done.
Martyn Grindrod commented:

Martyn Grindrod commented:
Thanks Christopher. Much appreciated
Cecilia Crasto commented:
What a wonderful description of all the seasons, you do have a way with words Martyn.
Geoffrey Brewer commented:
Well observed and nicely described in individual ways. Increases my appreciation of the seasons.
Martyn Grindrod commented:
Thank you Cecilia. It means a lot you have made nice comments .
Martyn Grindrod commented:
Thanks Geoffrey . I'm made up you enjoy my work .
Edward shields commented:
Not bad.
Martyn Grindrod commented:
You're a tough critique Edward . I'm a month into writing and learning the ropes so I bow to your superior knowledge.
Martyn Grindrod commented:
Thanks Geoffrey . Life in a Northern Town in England is bleak to say the least but when the nice weather arrives it makes the 'hibernation' worthwhile

 

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