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    More Pieces of Jim Emerton

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    Jim Emerton is a philosopher and a poet as well as an internationally known pigeon racing expert. His travels around the world and his explorations of the natural world
    near his home have given him endless material as he muses about the wonders and foibles of nature and the folly of man. His verses and epigrams cover everything from pigeons to pop stars and from stars to spirits. “We are all less than specks of dust, mere minnows in what is in here and what is out there.”

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMereo Books
    Release dateOct 4, 2016
    ISBN9781861516879
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      More Pieces of Jim Emerton - Jim Emerton

      Jim Emerton

      More Pieces of Jim Emerton

      Further musings and original observations on Nature, Man and the Universe

      Copyright © 2016 by Jim Emerton

      Published by Mereo

      Mereo is an imprint of Memoirs Publishing

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      Jim Emerton has asserted his right under the Copyright Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this work.

      This book is a work of fiction and except in the case of historical fact any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

      A CIP catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library.

      This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not by way of trade or otherwise be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior consent in any form of binding or cover, other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition, including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

      The address for Memoirs Publishing Group Limited can be found at www.memoirspublishing.com

      The Memoirs Publishing Group Ltd Reg. No. 7834348

      ISBN: 978-1-86151-663-3

      CONTENTS

      I. Nature and the outdoors

      II. The human condition

      III. The study of mankind

      IV. Philosophy

      V. Other matters

      I

      NATURE AND THE OUTDOORS

      NATURE AND THE OUTDOORS

      Nature is the living god

      Forms us, shapes and takes us

      There is no start, no finish

      Its power will never diminish

      Wise man does not bother

      He knows his centre, the Earth Mother

      The death of a spider, firefly burned

      Great wheel of life is always turned

      THE HOUSEBOAT

      Moored deep on remote wash saltings

      Lifted by spring tides of the North Sea

      My imagination soared above reality

      A young boy alone on the sea

      Only mist, seals, iodine and salt joined me

      The Tilley lamp flickered as the air ran out

      Not a wildfowler would hear my shout

      Of a lonely youth intoxicated

      By earthly elements

      And life itself.

      WILDERNESS

      Ice crystals cling to my face

      The foaming tide, fluffed with salt

      Creeps around my feet

      Seals calling from lonely sandbanks

      Of the North Sea washes

      An eerie, plaintive curlew cry

      The sound resonating with each tingling sensation

      At one with ancient and eternal wash elements

      The snowflakes, driven by Arctic wind

      Burning my face with a sweet embrace

      Alone in my uniqueness

      Tasting the joy of nature’s freedom

      Urged on by primal instincts

      Into heady and sublime euphoria

      The purity of spirit

      United at last.

      COUNTRY BOY’S DREAM

      Absorbed, detached in silent contemplation

      Orange sensations of trellised and cherished nasturtiums

      Flood my brain

      Butterflies dancing over buddleia blooms

      Alert to every emerging snowdrop bloom

      The wonder of shiny blue eggs

      Nestling on the firm but soft mud of a song thrush nest

      An excited climb up ancient yew

      To marvel at the mossy greenfinch nest

      Wild geese grazing, alive and alert,

      The watching sentinels on the grassy paddock

      Bats lured by the twilight sky

      To catapulted stones reacting as if to evening moths.

      THE SPARROWS

      A host of sparrows bathed in snowbound sunshine

      Each chirpy soul part of nature’s chorus

      What little gems are spoken?

      A symphony of avian oneness

      The symphony of messages, stories and assertions

      Humble birds,

      Taking their place in the hum

      The pulse of life itself

      How it inspires my wonder!

      THE SNOWDROP

      Glistening snowdrop, I watched you grow

      Eyes probing the depths below

      Winter beauty in petal form

      Spirit reaching out to the icy storm

      When others shiver, in retreat from cold

      a work of art, you are so bold

      In the ancient cycle that takes place

      Beneath the feet of the human race

      Each perfect bloom

      White heart, of nature’s bounty.

      THE CAT

      What is this curiosity

      A feline monstrosity?

      Master of his domain

      Free to roam again

      He is cool and aloof

      Whilst sitting on the roof

      Murderous hunter of wee little mice

      Toying and playing within a trice

      The dogs they come out barking

      Hackles raised, alarming

      You cannot probe his furry depths

      The cat upon the concrete steps.

      THE OLD OAK TREE

      Old oak tree, speak to me

      Reveal your untold secrets

      Of when wolves howled, bears roamed

      Sunsets died, storms brewed

      And men killed deer beneath ancient boughs

      You are the voice of nature

      Uniting me with the past

      The Sun, the Earth, the icy blast

      When machines were mice, and men were lions

      Your branches quake

      With the weight of ancient times.

      DANCE OF THE BUTTERFLIES

      Cascading, colliding, freewheeling

      As the warm wind buoys their little spirits in a gentle breeze

      Above the purple haze of buddleia nectar

      They sway and dance in airy iridescence

      Only the bird of paradise can hope to match

      The pure shimmering beauty of the peacock’s wings.

      It is the dance of love, of hope

      Played out in brief moments of time

      And in transient rapture

      Long may the artist of nature

      Transport my imagination.

      THE LIVING GOD

      Nature is the living god

      Forms us, shapes and takes us

      There is no start, no finish

      Its power will never diminish

      Wise man does not bother

      He knows his centre, the Earth Mother

      The death of a spider, firefly burned

      Great wheel of life is always turned.

      BEAUTIFUL DREAMER

      In my intuitive eye I want to fly

      To soar above the sky

      To sing

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