In Ainslie Wood



In Ainslie Wood the bluebells flower
an ephemeral carpet, an azure shower,
and then they’re gone they disappear
to delight again the following year

In Ainslie Wood the squirrels chase
each other and they leap with grace,
if you  get too close their nerve fails
they climb and churr and twitch their tails

In Ainslie Wood in Spring, the place is humming
the nuthatch calling, the woodpecker drumming
The jays and parakeets make raucous din
But for volume the parakeets always win

In Ainslie Wood dog walkers roam
along sunny paths so close to home,
a running fox is sometimes seen,
where’s he going, or where’s he been?

In Ainslie Wood at dead of night
you venture in, might get a fright,
but likely if you dare to prowl
you’ll only hear a hooting owl!

Or maybe if it isn’t that
you might even sense a bat!

It’s Ancient Woodland, a little jewel
surrounded by houses and a school,
set yourself a little goal
to find some time, to enjoy a stroll

........... in Ainslie Wood

 Richard A. Ashen   February 2023

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