Photo-a-Day  (Saturday, 13th July, 2019)

Out of the eater came something to eat, and out of the strong came something sweet.

Well caught photo, Alan.

Very interesting shot. Nature is amazing.

I may be old but don’t write me off yet...not just yet.

A beautiful natural sculpture enhanced by what would normally be considered disfiguring wire.
Nicely composed.

Is there any need for barbed wire these days out on a country field.
I dont think kids get out to these areas any more, so why not just use barbed wire near to the housing estate around anything you want to keep safe

That's a miracle...there's life in the old dog yet it seems!

I just love it, It looks like a male deer lifting his antlers to show how much fauna he has..which is what they do to impress the ladies of the group.

It could be the old tree's swan song.... Whatever, it is lovely - if the wood had been found on a beach in Cornwall it would be snapped up for artistic purposes!

Bloom again and wither not!
The wind will whistle in the tree.
When nature's breathing balm begot,
The brooms of my sweet Cicely.

I'm not sure if it is Phil, but it looks like our lass don't it?

Barbed wire was used around Stalags we don't want it around estates - we have done away with that kind of thing Mick - hopefully. Or do you think manned watch towers as well to keep an eye on things...

Poet.
I like your poem, and in particular, its painless shift from doughty tree to balmed Sweet Cicely. I also like your later muse on 'our lass' Sweet Cicely.
However - And while Alan's 'lorn lady of fuzzy head and tender foot' reminds me of the absolute darling of Afternoon Teas -, I'll muse on our lass flowing effortlessly elsewhere, beside a picnic spread on a grassy slope of our native land.
Oh, your words on Ron's recent photo Whelley School - Picnic, are splendid.

The barbed wire isn't there to keep kids out of the fields - it's to prevent the livestock damaging the fence below. Sheep and cows are naturally inquisitive - especially about whatever is on the other side of a fence. Without the stronger barbed wire preventing them, their weight, as they leant over to chew whatever they could reach, would soon bear down on the fence, eventually making it an ineffective barrier. You see the same fencing system out on the hills, well away from marauding kids.

‘Lorn lady of fuzzy head ‘. Yip , I can run with that ! Few are many .. wait your time will come . I must admit to being close !

Looking at this photo again, I have to say that it is one of the best photo's on P.A.D. that I have ever seen.

Well done you.

I have to agree with you Fred - it is most unusual - it's almost unreal.

Bend me down this broken twig
that lays beneath my feet .
My saddled back no longer holds the wantings of my day,
These worried limbs go lame to touch,
like twigs no longer comfort .
They ache the pains the carried strains , that always hurry back.
What broken hands that shifting sands has marked its time on me,
when whence they held a proudly boy ,cradled safely be ..
The paining veins now wrinkled lanes
that held such treasured gift ,
have lost their way and now portray
a sadly ..broken ..twig ..

"Nancy."
The lady takes her tea at Four'
Then turns her fuzzy head,
And hears such tales of noble-born,
With thriving 'acid' fed.

She likes her tea when gossip free
- No soulless party raved -,
And always has her Letts at hand;
Her thrills from gimcrack, saved.

Nigel plays 'that tune', once more,
This time for her, with tease -
Once more her thoughts of salad day's,
'Neath 'Nancy's tune' called, Trees.

hawthorn make good logs burns well