The British Camp at Dawn

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One early morn

Whilst walking north

Upon an olden path

Across the plain rising in the East

The blazing sun burst  forth

My eyes now saw as if before

I had been all but blind

As thoughts and mysteries

Downloaded to my mind

I heard the sounds

Of leather boots

The jangling of swords

Yet further back

And quieter still

Even quieter than the stars

I thought I heard the sounds 

Of unshod feet softly

Whispering through the grass

Children’s laughter

The flash and crash of flint

All mingling 

In the rainbowed morning dew

Reflecting upon just how many

 And how very few

Have stood here before me

To enjoy

This awesome dawning view

From these elevated stages

Where man has been an actor

Throughout the years and ages

Peoples come and peoples gone

Victorious or slain

For Freemen soldiers or serfs

The view from here 

Remaining ever awesome

And very much the same

 First the Earthworks

The Citadel for centuries did bide

But Caratucas and the Catuvellauni

Fell before the Roman tide

Years would pass before a Castle

Enjoyed this elevated view

With Kings to hunt 

The dense green forest

Under the open skies of blue

Now as I wander onwards

Towards my setting in the West

I feel a gentle contentment that

So many folk will yet

Enjoy this view of ages

Not so very much will change

The sun will rise the sun will set

The hills will stand 

Without regret

The Hills record the feet 

That pass this way

Whispering barefoot

Or feet of clay

Leather clad large or small

I think the hills record them all

And so I salute the rising sun

And hope to be remembered 

When all my days are done

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dec 2018

Maybe it’s my fantasy

Maybe it’s not real

Maybe it’s my fantasy

But if it’s true

It’s time for me and you to put

Our Shoulders to the wheel

The extinction phase

We’re going through

Is not only for others and not for you

Listen while I tell you true

Empathy is on the block

Human empathy is what we stand to lose

If only Sociopaths are winning through

What will become of me and you

If Empathy should die?

The Path ahead  is closing down

While we like somnambulists

Are dreaming to our demise

Look at the world of CEO’s

How come they rise so high?

They care not  a jot for humanity

Not an Iota for you or I

Medics  Pharmaceuticals  Armoury and War

They are in Governance and Judiciary

And making their own Laws!

Will you Wake?

Will you See?

Our numbers are our strength

Will you Wake?

Will you see?

Love and Care are our Unity

What we do now

How we Partake

Decide the future of Humanity

Or- our Wake!

Will it be a desert, devoid of Love and Care

Or will we rise to defend ourselves

Safeguard the world for all who live here

For every Plant and animal

Dominion is not the way

Conscious Love and Conscious Care

We hope will

Save the Day

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New Moon Reflections


New Moon reflected in

The still dark waters

Amplified, relating true

I hear the words that

She speaks to me

And I wonder that I do

Am I some Lunatic to

Listen as I hear her

Truths unfold in a voice

That is spoken

Clearly within

My mind the words are told

Over the years at times

She has spoken

Always the message

Has been true

So now gazing at her image

Once again I Listen to

The simple truth

That life is easy if we

Live in the Here and Now

Content with what grows

Around us within each season

Each timely hour

Dive deep into the water

Breathe deep the living air

Light the fires

That burn within us

Give the Earth our hands

Our  care

Our Moon she travels wisely

Her secrets in quiet nights

She tells

To anyone who listens

Closely to her Luna

Wisdom Spells

Next time you see

Our Moon reflected

Or framed by Halo’s in the sky

Take the time to stop

To listen don’t pause

To question ‘Why’

Just clear your mind and

Stand in wonder

Perhaps you will hear Her voice

As she reaches from the Heavens

With ‘Reflections’

Of Her choice

photo credit Susie Cunningham 2019

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Spring Dressing



The Springs and Wells of Malvern

Know fame, far beyond her hills,

Favoured by our Royalty and where

The locals queue to drink

The Blessed Flowing  Water

Maybe stop and pause to think

In Myriad locations the Fountains

Flow beneath the open skies

In honour of  Senua; Glanis; Coventina

Celtic gods of Springs and Water

Populated by mystic

Nymphs and all the watery Niskai

Every year the wells are dressed

With flowers and other tokens

Of our esteem, our acknowledgment

Sometimes Holy words are spoken

Some of us bless them every day

Not only with our presence

Giving thanks with every drink

Every bottle filled and taken

Carefully on home to share

With loved ones, all partaking

As we drink ‘our health’ may this

Great Water Wealth never be forsaken

Photo credit Hannah P Sassoon May 2019

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I hastened to the gate, as the

Skies drama unfolded

To witness the scene as clouds unpeeled

At a speed unfounded

The Cumulus, white fluffy clouds

Gathered their skirts and fled

Revealing a dark foreboding scene

Towering roils of threatening Thunderhead

Coils and roils of Thundercloud

Darkening the skies

The birds they sat in silence,

The Buzzards held their cries

A Lightning spear darted out

And I began to time, by counting

Until a Thundercrack boomed out from

Within the castellated cloud mountain

Filled with awe and wonder

The scene still held my gaze

‘The Times They are a Changing’

Just as Bob Dylan says

Over the Malvern Hills

This day, I won’t forget the sight

A not so gentle reminder that

Our World needs to be set right

It is in both large and little ways

We have to change our minds and act

Respect for every Creature , tread lightly

And lessen our impact

Photo credits; Susie Cunningham


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Evendine Spring


The Spring of Evendine

Though now disturbed by cars

I hear the echo of distant

Horses, mules and donkey carts

Perhaps, the jiggling of ceramic water jugs and jars?

Many people gathered here

Throughout the day, to await their turn

Their jars to fill ,or perhaps, maybe, to earn

A penny for their beer

By carrying the heavy jars of water for their peers

I hear uplifted voices sing

Melodies of Violins

A festive spirit for the hills and lands

For Water’s everlasting Grace

I hear the echoes at this blessed place

Now Azalea, Mountain Pine

Unfurled Fern and Celandine

Surround her new running place

With stone walls and stone drinking trough

The people have really done enough

A metal pipe for flowing through

Under a metalled road

Diverted from the place that for centuries she flowed

A Dingly, flowered Dell, such a magical space

Now lies a deserted and a long forgotten place

Unnoticed by all, as cars go rushing by

Except the few, who stand in wonder, quietly question- why?

And are thankful, for the fact, that

The Everlasting, Evendine Spring-Waters

Will still flow, under, the open Malvern Sky

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The Kine


This morning, slightly bleary eyed,

I pulled open the kitchen blinds,

Out before me, on the open field

A grazing herd of Kine

Belted Galloway, huge Longhorned English Spot

Shiny Welsh-Black, Dexter too

All together peacefully,

Glistening horns still wet with dew

Meandering between the blades of grass and

Buttercups upon which they serenely graze

With nodding heads all horn bedecked

To belie their peaceful ways.

A Squirrel, out for his morning jaunt

Now joins the madding crowd

Tail a Twitch and all hell bent on

Reaching peanuts strewn on the ground

Where, on returning to the house

I found a small Woodpeckers feather

White spotted, so pristine,

I feel it is a treasure

A ‘Thank you’ if you please

For taking the time to gaze at leisure,

To drink in, this lazy morning scene

That  so fills my Soul with pleasure.

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