Wine; in Park

AuburnScribbler

Sometimes; there’s no finer thing

being amongst the maize,

a place; that is cared for,

nature’s loving ways,

 

the ivy’s cut; thus; trees can grow,

to be so very strong,

their silent bloom; a laugh at us

when we act so wrong,

 

hence; I like to sit; and gaze; to

them; the old green masters,

toasting, with some fruit of theirs,

away from business blasters,

 

for the wine; has come from them,

I sip, with heartfelt thanks,

with their roots; caressing bumps,

some seats; by river banks,

 

modern era’s garish,

makes this; a healing gift,

a fellow man; could let me down

so; open field’s; a lift,

 

therefore; in conclusion, to

escape such foolish bark, I

step in tow; with bottle bag; and

drink; some wine; in park.

  • Author: AuburnScribbler (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 13th, 2026 05:30
  • Comment from author about the poem: Here's another "mellow" one, thus, another break from my "oblique observations" and "rancid report cards" on our species. To escape the hustle and bustle of humanity, there's nothing more, I like to do, than to take a bottle of wine to a nearby public park, find a quiet corner, and just sit and be, and be at one, and in awe, of nature. In Newark, Nottinghamshire, where I live, I am lucky to have a fair few public parks to choose from, my two favourites are: the Queen's Sconce, an old site where the English Civil War was fought, and the Riverside Park, opposite the castle, the river Trent, and where King John died. It is a much needed spiritual boost for me, in a modern era, that is anything but spiritual! I hope that you enjoy this poetic ramble, sit down and libation, I hope that you have something similar to do to revitalise your soul, and as always, please do stay safe in the madness everyone!
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  • sorenbarrett

    I identify with the feeling of this poem and often do the same going out into the forest or even just sit on my porch and look to the surrounding trees and nature listening to the birds and smelling the orange blossoms sipping on a glass of wine or a cold beer enjoying what surrounds me. Nicely done

    • AuburnScribbler

      Thanks for the read, for your lovely comment, and for your heartwarming account of what you do, to recharge your soul sorenbarrett, it is both welcome and very much appreciated.

      Nature in my mind always wins over our trivial hustle and bustle, that leads to the same divisive conflicts generation in, generation out.

      If we, humanity, ever needs to know how we are doing as a species, all we have to do, is just look at the trees, that will stand long after, we have all gone!

      Drink the wine, drink the beer, and be thankful that nature provided it for you, I say!

      Thanks again, and I hope that all is well.

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome. As a fellow traveler I wish you well and may happiness fill your days.

      • Goldfinch60

        Wonderful words Ben, I would always join you in that place. Mine is a Rioja, LOL.

        Andy

        • AuburnScribbler

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

          Also, I agree, Rioja, is a wonderful tipple indeed, either a red or a white, that Spanish region never disappoints, hic! Hahaha!

          Thanks again, and I hope that all is well.



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