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Battling the elements

The wind whistles across the heath,

Stopped only by the spiny gorse leaf,

Heather shimmers as the gusts touchdown,

With a pony or cow not to be found.

The rain taps the leaves of the swaying branches,

And that's where the animals are taking their chances.

Ponies in the woods backed up to trees,

Heads hang low as they stand at ease.

Not so far from the pony shelter,

Cows lay up, It's a lovely encounter.

Walking in wellies and waterproof,

My rustling and splashing sends a deer 'on the hoof.'

I stepped with purpose through the pecipitation,

When a sound behind gives me hesitation.

Trees bend and groan against the rain.

Then suddenly a branch could no longer sustain!

The bough crashes chaotically to the ground,

Foliage and acorns scatter around.

I quicken my step out of the woods,

With crunching of nuts from where I stood.

Wind and rain beat against my face,

Bracing and exfoliating, against the elements I race,

As the seasonal elements hit the trees,

I embrace with the forest as it nourishes and feeds.

Written by Jen Blaxall

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