Mousehold Heath Defenders






It is raining outside, I’m reluctant to go

But Tricky’s excited, I just can’t say no

The traffic is heavy; we wait for a space

Then hurry across to a much calmer place


Stepping out lively, leaving noise far behind

We follow the track that begins to unwind

Muddy and wet though rain has stopped falling

 Tricky’s gone off because nature is calling


I walk on with care, as I don’t want to slip

My head is uncovered feeling more than one drip

There are plenty of puddles scattered around

And soggy, brown leaves laying limp on the ground


Tricky runs past feeling much better now

I follow on; a frown furrows my brow

Then rounding the bend I see a carpet of gold

And a riot of colour begins to unfold


A shower of raindrops makes me look high

Where two cheeky squirrels go scampering by

Tricky gives chase to the base of an oak

While they watch from above as if sharing a joke


The trees stretch up tall as they reach for the sky

Showing small, slender branches as light dances by

The branches, now bare, cause the nests to appear

Which are hiding their families until the New Year


A smile on my face now, I pause for a rest

As many emotions abound in my breast

Tricky waits with me, which adds to the hush

Time to stand still now, no need to rush


There is beauty that glistens down at my feet

Natures’ blazing around me, it’s all such a treat

I want to say ‘Thankyou’, to stop and to pray

I’m in God’s own Cathedral, what a wonderful day!