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 tumble driers
Kids collecting wood for their bonfires
Thank you
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Author:
Shakerite (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Darwen is my home . I'm tucked into The West Pennines . Lancashire living just 20 yard from the Moor
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Comments5
Great write
Wonderful work!
Really lovely poem,
Well done...
My favourite is
Autumn...I love
It's wildness...
Sounds like a beautiful place
Thank you very much for all the kind comments . Home is beautiful in the summer but in the winter Darwen shows its teeth .
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