Photo-a-Day  (Friday, 24th August, 2018)

I just love it.

Very good, Ron.

It appears that beauty comes before age, at least from the viewpoint of the camera.

Well done, Ron. Very peaceful shot.

HISTORY LESSONS

Ask the Napoleonic timber,
The planks from The Temeraire.
For these stones heard Beethoven play,
And we're here when the Light Brigade charged.
Witnessed the death of a mad monarch
And a young Queen rule an empire
That Faraday dimmed the lights upon.

Did Wordsworth cross here! Or Brunnel?
Aye, possibly,for we've had many visionaries on our backs.
Slave cotton barged below us till Gettysburg.
We heard the crash of champagne on the Titanic's side,
And golden lads walking to immortality in France.
For us centuries are but winks of the eye.

The top plank reminds me of a Gar fish, a bit.

The Poison Garden website tells "That based on known levels required to kill horses, it's been estimated that a human would need to consume 14lbs of Ragwort to ingest a lethal dose in one sitting."

"Noli Timere."

Now arrested, rampant spread;
The tyrant Ragwort, bold.
When Mother Nature cut a swathe
Through tortured timbers' folds.
And moonlit columns scared beneath,
So much were they of girth;
Yet looming mien, and void of sway,
Held passing lovers' mirth.

How nature takes hold with the wildest of flowers, in the most archaic of places and quite simply ....... beautifies!

This Bridge was built by humans
a tree is made by God
We cut the tree to make the bridge
And burn the remaining logs

The fire will heat our bodies
The heat will cook our food
Our scraps will feed the foxes
The stars will calm our mood

No bridge will stand forever
The wood like us will die
To feed the ground it was built on
as the next spawn of humans go by ..

Due to problems with horses
I'm sad to report
The impending demise
Of the Yellow Ragwort

Ragwort has humour , needed to survive ,
Lesser than regarded , we belittle it with with pride .
But when a hope is needed , in the quiet of the still ,
I’d sooner have the ragwort , than those on yonder hill.

Nature makes bold with the wildest of flowers,
Delving deeply the wealth of her treasure chest;
In the most archaic of places, she transforms with mighty powers,
Jewelled petals by which beauty we are truly blest!

I thought I might as well too.....