Pinecones of Winthorpe

AuburnScribbler

Up and down Lincoln Road,

and through the underpass,

is where I saw Lord Nelson,

with an empty glass,

 

so, to refill jollity,

squirrel act; I played,

searching for them everywhere,

on roofs and in the shade,

 

such country lane displayed,

floral fame of Vincent,

soil, water and good choice,

painted scene so decent,

 

lo’ eyes returned to task,

to find those wooden six,

far too heavy for a thrush,

who call the twigs; their bricks,

 

then; by house of god,

was my congregation,

fruits off tree, completely free,

the cause of such elation,

 

hands and pockets told me:

“be calm and do not warp,

your bag’s still bare, get them in there,

those pinecones of Winthorpe!”

 

Thus, bounty was encased,

and weary feet did roar,

for it was time; to go back home,

upon the green grey floor,

 

when I got inside,

I thought; such joy; a power,

but then I saw my weathered face,

therefore; I took a shower!

  • Author: AuburnScribbler (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 25th, 2024 15:04
  • Comment from author about the poem: Here’s another poem, about another one of my recent “longish” walks. Though, it wasn’t a complete “pointless promenade!” On the off chance I remembered; that a not so mobile friend of mine, was on the look out for some pinecones, in order to make some rudimentary figurines. So, I decided to walk to Winthorpe, another village just outside of my hometown of Newark, Nottinghamshire. Alas, when I got there, there was some bad news. The local pub, the Lord Nelson was no longer open. However, the good news was, is that I saw some beautiful sunflowers, and that I found the pinecones outside a church. I would have taken some accompanying photographs of either the Lord Nelson, or even the aforementioned pinecones, but like a level in a video game, I was too busy with the task in hand. Also, I had already passed on the pinecones to my friend before writing this poem up. She was very appreciative, so much so, that we shared a bottle of Chenin Blanc. The banner picture is reminiscent of some leaves I saw dancing in a puddle, as the wind blustered through. I hope that you enjoy the poem, happy adventuring if you’re going on any soon, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 13
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  • Cheeky Missy

    Charming and quite enchanting. Me likes. Thank you very much for sharing both the poem and the notes explaining it.

    • AuburnScribbler

      Thanks for the read, for your wonderful words and for favouriting this poem Cheeky Missy, it is very much appreciated.

      You are very welcome for both the poem and the blurb, and I am so glad that you enjoyed both.

      I do hope that all is well.

    • Goldfinch60

      Good words and a wonderful walk Ben, I hope that you enjoy many more of them.

      Andy

      • AuburnScribbler

        Thanks for the read Andy, and for your lovely words, and yes, it was a wonderful walk.

        I will have more splendid strolls for definite, and I hope that you do too.

        To me, anything that brings joy in such horribly constructed times, are always welcome.

        I hope that all is well.

      • Teddy.15

        Beautiful. 🌹

        • AuburnScribbler

          Thanks for the read, and for your short; but very sweet comment Teddy.15.

          I hope that all is well.



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