
Wild Woodbine
Joan McBreen
Wild woodbine was beyond my reach
in the thick hedges round Lough Gill.
The heavy scent filled the house for days
when my father brought it in
and it stayed fresh far longer
then meadowsweet.

Because I loved the delicate
pink and white wild rose
he picked it too, cursing the thorns, muttering
“it dies too soon,
you’d be better leaving it alone”.

Yet once, when my mother
swept its petals from the floor
I saw him rescue one
and place it carefully
in the small wallet
where he kept her photograph.
Wild Woodbine
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September 8, 2016 | Categories: Gallery, irish woodlands, Nature and Wildlife, Plants and herbs, Poetry Gallery | Tags: classical Irish, Drift wood, Farming Poetry, Joan McBreen, Nature Phtotography, Nature poetry, nigel borington, poem, wild woodbine | 6 Comments

Barley field
i walked the barley field standing oh so bold
blowing in the breeze with its leaves of gold
sun was beating down as i walked along my way
through the fields of barley on a summers day

it was very peaceful it made me feel so whole
such a tranquil feeling it reached in to my soul
such a lovely feeling it made me feel so free
walking through the barley brought all this to me
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August 4, 2016 | Categories: Gallery, Landscape, Nature and Wildlife, Poetry Gallery | Tags: Art from the fields, Barley field, Farming Poetry, Nature photography, nature poems, Nigel Borrington, poem, WILLIAM WORTHLESS | 2 Comments