The TARAGGAN Tale – Bargoed

Doris and her six hoglets

***  Doris and her six baby hoglets  ***

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The TARAGGAN Tale

A concrete jungle atop a mountain,

You made it beautiful, you made it bountiful.

 

Red and yellow and pink and blue,

A rainbow of colours and an Eco-loo.

A green-fingered glory with quite a story,

About those who have tended it and those who inhabit it.

 

A haven for the hedgehogs, who help keep slugs away.

After dark those spiky balls will all come out to play.

There’s Brychan and Gwladys and Doris and her brood,

Tummy’s grumbling they’ll wake up and search the grounds for food.

 

In the daytime welcome feathered friends, like Cheeky and his mates,

Who fly around and feast on fat-balls, nuts and juicy gnats.

And don’t forget Mice Manor, where voles are welcome too,

And the great Buggingham Palace, with creepy crawlies running through.

 

Buzzing bees and pollinators visit for the wildflowers,

And the sensory garden full of herbs with healing powers.

 

The bottle greenhouse is impressive, it’s the biggest of its kind,

Aluminium tool-sheds are packed with tools for you to find,

To till and sow and work the land

And grow great things by your own hand.

 

New potatoes, old potatoes,

Red and orange Tiger tomatoes,

Russian Kale and cabbage green,

Big orange pumpkins for Halloween.

Artichoke heads blowing in the breeze,

Fragrant flowers on tasty sweet peas,

Carrots that help you see in the dark,

Radishes that give your taste-buds a spark,

Onions for frying, so good you’ll be crying,

Beetroot for boiling and juicing and pickling,

A wonderful variety of lettuce hearts,

Succulent strawberries for jamming and tarts,

Fruit bushes laden, ripe for the picking,

Gooseberries, raspberries, blackcurrants for tasting.

 

Aesthetically pleasing and teaming with life,

Once wasteland, now fertile and blooming with growth.

A station for sitting, a scarecrow for scaring,

A spade man, planted, at the entrance, for guarding.   

 

As you stroll along the log lined ash path,

A feeling of peace comes to pass.

Touch the standing stones before you go,

And salute this project that continues to grow.

 

The TARAGGAN Tenants And Residents Association

Green Gym And Nursery, you are an inspiration.

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Biodiversity Poetry

Biodiversity so close to home

As the sun shone in the blue sky high above,

I sat in our garden and acknowledged all we have:

Three chaffinches with little red berets, were busy investigating the flower beds,

Red Kites soared high above, playfully riding the warm thermals,

Jackdaws were calling, feeding young, their nest in a chimney top, safe from prey,

Blue tits brave upon the feeder, catch our gaze, chatting amongst the fertile Hawthorne, heavily laden with life sustaining nourishment.

Delicate fern fingers reaching toward heaven, bathing in the suns warmth, growing hearty,

Rosebuds cracking open, a hint of crimson colour,

Young elders, bushy, green,

Buddleia, their purple haze, nectar for our butterflies and  bees,

Lily of the valley, scent sublime, tiny droplets of ivory satin,

Carpet of blue Forget- me- nots, I’ll try…..

2/6/13

Dharma

 

The Future Leaking Through

A Bee See,

Where?

I thought they had gone long ago!

A casualty from the time before the flowers were not all pollinated by hand,

From the time when

Pesticides, drip

Insecticides, drip, drip

Herbicides and Biocides, drip, drip, drip

Were not banned,

The old people say, they buzzed, In ages past,

What a waste,

It should have been as easy as A. B. C.

 

By Tog Deri  23rd May 2013 FOE….

 

 

Save the Butterflies

Ivory butterflies with sunset tipped wings,

To see you flying free, makes my heart sing,

Cabbage whites where did you go?

What have we done to make your numbers so low?

The noble red admiral with colours so bright,

Why are we not more aware of your plight?

When I was a child, in a field I’d lay,

And watch hundreds of species going about their day,

Now my vision is clouded and we’ve shrouded the sun,

Because pesticides and pollution are taking you all, one by one,

It is our duty to save you from depletion,

So campaigning to protect you, must now be our mission.

2/6/13

Dharma

 

 

The Humble Bumble

Humble Bumble, Busy, Buzzy Bee,

Enhancing life and creating biodiversity,

Pollinating flowers, working long hours,

A co-operation, like a mini factory nation.

How much We owe you fuzzy little creatures,   (We Collective)

With your black and yellow stripes and your delicate features,

Living in a dimension so different from ours,

Like little tiny faeries with magical powers.

Lives so short, yet powerful and creative,

Now it is our turn, to help you thrive and live,

Without your help, biodiversity will die,

And you’ll Bee a distant memory way up in the sky…  (You Bee)

 

 

Dharma

23/5/13