I went for a stroll on Wedholme Flow
and found myself walking under a chorus of skylarks,
I met a tiger of a green beetle and followed a hairy caterpillar.
Fluorescent blue damselflies flickered past, and birds fluttered around my feet.
Water pools shined with sky, and cotton grass whispered in the breeze.
A cuckoo called in the near distance and a deer launched off right in front of me.
The curlew trilled and the lapwings a pee-wit, a pee-wit.
I embraced the expanse,
sat on spongy resting peat,
listened to an orchestra of birds and insects on surround sound, but nothing else
and then I ate my scrummy sandwich, in Heaven.
Wedholme Flow and me 1/6/22 – © Avril Hemsley
About this poem
My friend Avril went for a walk on the beautiful Solway Mosses last summer, and had this wonderful encounter with the natural world. This poem offers a glimmer of hope for the earth, I believe, as the Solway Mosses are being restored and reclaimed for nature after centuries of industrial peat extraction. Here, you are unlikely to encounter another human soul, but only birds, insects and rare plants in abundance. Below you will find more of Avril’s stunning photographs from that day. Thank you, Avril, for sharing your words and images! Also sharing with earthweal’s Open Link Weekend.
Avril has always had a love of nature and of being outdoors, a love which she makes use of in her practice as a gardener. An excellent way to help nature this weekend, if you live in the UK, is to take part in the RSPB Big Garden Birdwatch. At the time of writing, there is still time to sign up!
Ingrid













Lovely poem and lovely place!
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Thanks Kim!
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Thank you for sharing Avril’s poem and photographs, they are beautiful!
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I agree! I’m glad you enjoyed them, Cassa! 😊
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👍
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Beautiful poem and photos! Thank you for sharing, Ingrid. 😊
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My pleasure Merril 😊
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I love Avril’s poem! The first two lines in particular have such a lovely cadance and mouth-feel to them.
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I agree, Liz, thank you!
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You’re welcome, Ingrid!
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Now I’m always aware of the presence of curlews in a poem. Thanks for sharing, the photos really give a feel for the land. (K)
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It is a magical area. Thank you Kerfe.
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Poetry inspired by a moment is delightful to read. I love the experience of this piece!
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I’m so glad you enjoyed it, Layla! 😊
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Such a beautiful poem and place and shared pictures Ingrid. Love this 💞
“listened to an orchestra of birds and insects on surround sound, but nothing else
and then I ate my scrummy sandwich, in Heaven.”
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It’s lovely isn’t it, Cindy? 💖
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It’s so lovely! It’s transporting actually! 💗
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Walking under a chorus of skylarks sounds amazing. The photos are wonderful. What a beautiful place! The clouds are spectacular! Lovely to find a spot in which to be solitary and immersed in nature. I am glad they are restoring the mosses. A wonderful post. Thanks for sharing Avril’s glorious experience.
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My pleasure, Sherry, I’m glad you enjoyed this 😊
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A serene and special Sunday share. 🌄
“Water pools shined with sky” – Creative!
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Thank you for visiting, Michele! 😊
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You are welcome, poetess Ingrid. 😊
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Such an inspiring post, Avril! :) A lovely poem and stunning photos. It is wonderful to know that this is reclaimed land! Gives us hope for other damaged sites. Thank you for posting this, Ingrid! <3
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I agree, Cheryl – a poem full of hope!
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The combination of the telling entrancing experience along with those lovely photos is just beautiful and a lesson in paying close attention. Thanks so much for sharing.
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My pleasure, Catherine: I agree 😊
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