The Sculptor’s Art!

Despite the sombre warnings of doom and gloom – the Sun welcomes the advent of midday,
A backdrop awash with a clear blue sky – high above the contours of our traditional way!
Escorted from doorstep to doorstep by the family Glen – we marvel at the familiar seasonal views,
Notebook at the ready – nature’s clock is running steady – time to catch up on the latest news!

Hidden in the shadows on the well-worn path – with the canopy casting its shade on the floor,
A Red Kite drifts south to north – as we make our entrance – in through the old weathered door!
The time-honoured Elders they blend with the hedgerow – sheltering the utility’s shape and form,
A scene from the history gates looks to the future – dressed and presented in the light and warm!

Awaiting the unknown as we meander the sidings – with the hedges maturing with age,
Taking the bend – bobbing under the low hanging Apples – with the turning of a new diary page!
A breeze plays with the trees – a dance that often no-one sees – a personal performance to share,
With the soundscape of its flow – putting on a private show – and we help ourselves to a chair!

A lone Dragonfly explores the resting of the fire-pit – helicopter circles catching the eye,
Lunch is declared content in our settling – as we soak up the sentiment of days long gone by!
Songbirds are scrambling the earliest leaf fall – in and out of the Dogwood with berries of white,
Displaying touches of purple – leaves hinting slow on the turn – beholden to Autumn’s plight!

Raising in unison – we head for the outer-circle – admiring the fruit trees along ‘Orchard Way’,
We pause in the north – a wistful look from the boundary – allowing the imagination to stray!
Nature’s call hastens the completion – of the casual circle – taking the moment to think,
A new perspective from the right-hand drive – converting commentary thoughts to ink!

Thought’s turn to Samhain and the offering pool – awaiting completion since lines were drawn,
Caressed and contoured with its many incarnations – ever since the Grove was born!
Long held ingredients – on the verge of turning to stone – before revealing of the truth within,
The Sculptor prepares his consistency and practices his art – and so we see it begin!

A Pheasant quietly tiptoes – along the edge of the Butterfly Garden – looking so proud at his best,
Pausing for a preen of shimmering luminescent colours – before ducking into the Hazel to rest!
A Buzzard drifts on by – with a far-reaching cry – out for adventure and heading for the hills,
A Robin all a twitter – high in the Hawthorn – showing off its prowess with its singing skills!

Developing an understanding with his creative medium – the Sculptor applies his magic touch,
Deep in concentration – guided by his imagination – and happy to achieve so much!
Proposing solutions with concrete theories – and old ceremonial pages covering Silver Birch roots,
Hard wiring the contours and pinning down structure – completing a combination that suits!

A Squirrel weaves the branches along the southern tree-line – twist ‘n’ turning in stuttering grace,
A captive audience – take the chance to share in the moment – as nature plays its ace!
The Sculptor breaks for sustenance – to wander a ponder – and Robin makes an unsubtle return,
Computing all the angles – of a gifted crust placed on a fencepost – an encounter to discern!

There’s an impromptu confirmation of best laid plans – with a grand entrance setting the scene,
The running of boundaries – through seasonal Thistles and grasses – in a fading sea of green!
Envisaging the welcome of the History Gate – with flowering borders for shrubs and trees,
Thought follows thought – with the energy of excitement – sharing in the vision’s imagination sees!

The old school shed – it sadly looking half dead – showing its age – its wood weathered and thin,
Consideration calls for a revamp of the Utility’s facilities – its infinite possibilities once we begin!
Retracing my footsteps – I return to the inner sanctum – feeling the cool of the late afternoon air,
While contemplation leads others on reflective paths – while the wind blows through our hair!

We re-gather at the edge of the offering pool – standing in admiration of the Sculptor’s art,
Replaying of memories – reaching way back in our history – as generations played their part!
I remember the first breaking of the appointed soil – elected and selected with the original plan,
Way before the trees and stones found their footing – when the lines were first drawn by man!

With the finale of ‘phase one’ completed – the work-tools secreted – retiring to the last of the Sun,
Sitting with our backs to the eastern corner – recounting plans and ambitions with a sense of fun!
A Dragonfly comes exploring in dancing rituals – its glistening wings in the light from the west,
Coming to a standstill – revealing its delicate finery – settling like a brooch on the Sculptor’s chest!

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