| Artists in the woods.
We arrived, we conquered and then buggered off happy with our efforts to the Three Mariners pub. The day was a good day for the artists and for us as wandering poets. We scored a hit with our stories and poems with young and old alike. Bob's poem about the the works and the park itself was recieved with enthusiasm and has been requested for the display in the centre! When he gives me a copy I will stuff it on the site. Bill's stories and haiku hit the spot with many and it was great to watch him get into the mood and amuse people with his tales and unique take on life. I discovered a story and wrote it to be told during the day and enjoyed entertaining people with it. Fun was telling the Owl and the Pussy Cat to children.
We have also been invited to do the same thing at The Perry Woods Artists event so you will see us there in all our finery ready to entertain you with poems and stories.
Below is a poem by Bob Collins that was popular with visitors at the Oare works event. (As promised it is stuffed)
The Nature Trail
Here beneath the tree’s upon a windless breeze Heart’s held at ease on a shifting sigh
And then a laugh coarse breathless harsh A chorus of chattering leave’s
A smoke’y owl slightly light’s upon a leafy bough His light perch drift’s as snow white swan’s Dive to water’s deep’s
Gunpowder at Oare new a walkway with nature This marine drench’ed place ali’ven’s one’s soul.
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| Perry Woods - Kent
Island Artists went to Perry woods on 19th July to repeat their performance at Oare. Gosh, that sounds almost detached and newsp[aper-like - in fact it wasn't like that because when we got there we were made welcome and had a great time waffling to people in passing. We heard a few stories about the area and enjoyed the wonderful refreshments supplied for donations by a local resident.
We left early because Bob got tired - (tired and worn aout after a long squawk - this parrot is no more, it is deceased, it has shuffled off this mortal coil, it etc etc) We did a bit of squawking and a little writing inspired by the day and the woods.
It was a good event and a pleasant experience!
The Rat was absent - Swine flu or the Plague.
And a poem for Perry Woods by Ratman
Autumn in Perry Woods
These delicate greens misted to yellow Rusty orange, red, gently falling leaves Knit a bright carpet to warm winter soil. Mist rises softly, clearing the treetops And chesnuts drop their prickled bounty. Two people gather the sweet fruit Blowing white breath in the frosty air Dreaming of warm fires and cracking shells, A glass of rich port, ghost stories Told in a flame lit room glowing red As children gaze into the magic world Of coals and wood where fiery princes, Dragon horses, flame maidens, soldiers Marching, Knights riding in flaming forests To un-named castles tell wonderland tales. Yet here in the cold, mud wet day The flame colored raiment of Perry's trees Reflect warmly in glorious Autumn sun.
For a view of what went on in the woods that day have a look at the Perry Woods Artists site - there is a picture of us doing our bit.
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