The Fox at Kelham

AuburnScribbler

 

In a pleasant recent dream

a plan was merry made,

to take me out; into the air

away from homely shade;

 

but in order to proceed,

I knew I had to cross,

two main roads; where cars do roam

their speed could be my loss,

 

yet, I saw a beacon,

with Toucan for a name,

means that way was friendly

for my two-feet-powered plane,

 

across A46,

then roved A617,

where no motor-speed-demon,

could takeaway walk heaven,

 

looking down the sides,

much glass; was on the verge,

desolation of bad drive

yet I trod safer kerb,

 

my head then tilted up,

and saw familiar tower,

the place where I had plated up;

all the sweet and sour,

 

fat-lorries did go over, a

well known tiny bridge,

concrete groaned beneath them;

next; I saw it on the ridge,

 

great dear fox of Kelham,

scurried all about,

played with some ripe conkers; to

end the autumn drought,

 

such a scene did warm me

as the cold gusts carried on,

thus, namesake inn I went in; to

refresh my ginger one,

 

upon my return journey, new

season brought some briskness,

smelling all things harvest; said:

soon it will be Christmas!

  • Author: AuburnScribbler (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 11th, 2024 08:40
  • Comment from author about the poem: At last, as promised, here is another one of my “promenade poems”. I have some fond, and not so fond memories of Kelham, as I used to work at its famous Hall, where lets just say, some of the clientele, and some of the senior kitchen staff were too arduous in their needs and management, anyway… back in the day Kelham Hall was a makeshift monastery for monks, but more recently, it used to be the offices of our “somewhat productive” local government. Now it is a place to hire out for all manner of functions, much to the displeasure of Kelham House hotel, that is situated over the road, of which, I have also worked at; where it was slightly more enjoyable. However, with all things said and done there, anyone who has ever been to Kelham, remembers one particular thing: the playful foxes in the woodland. There is also a quaint country village pub called The Fox Inn, which in my opinion, is a very nice place to be. There would an accompanying picture, but the picture uploader yet a bloody again, has decided not to play ball, perhaps I should "kick it in the balls" in order for it to work, eh!? Instead the banner picture of the leaves in the pond; will have to serve as an apt visual, to say that we are in autumn now, and on such a day, a similar chilly image, was most likely painted in certain locations. I hope that you enjoy the poem, again, happy walking, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
  • Category: Nature
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  • Tony36

    Excellent write

    • AuburnScribbler

      Thanks for the read and for your short and sweet comment Tony36, it is very much appreciated.

      I hope that all is well.

      • Tony36

        You're welcome, I am doing well. Hope all is good with you

      • Goldfinch60

        Wonderful write Ben. You mentioned the A46, it is a road that bypasses Evesham and I use it nearly every day.

        I think it is great to see foxes, one of the most wonderful looking animals in our countryside.

        Andy

        • AuburnScribbler

          Thanks for the read and for your lovely words Andy, they are very much appreciated sir.

          In terms of the A46, I think it might be the same road, as on the map it is a route to both Nottingham and Lincoln, though might branch or merge into other roads such as the A52. However saying that, I do remember gigging at Worcester once, and passing Evesham, and seeing signs for the A46, so it must be the same road.

          Foxes are great little creatures, and it saddens me that it is still a morbid practice to hunt them by the upper one percent. I am fortunate to live by certain woodland where seeing foxes is a lovely intermittent occurrence.

          Thanks again, and I hope that all is well.

        • Cheeky Missy

          You've rhymed this charmingly and rendered it too winsomely not to be favourited by yours truly. How delightfully you tender this lovely stroll through your beloved countryside with the glorious joy of watching a fox happily rambling. Thank you so VERY much for sharing!

          • AuburnScribbler

            Thanks for the read, for favouriting this poem, and for your encouraging and embracing words, they are very much appreciated.

            I am glad that you are very enthused in reading this, I am also glad that you are a fellow fan of foxes, and you are very welcome for the share.

            Thanks again, and I hope that all is well.



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