A Winter Tale (Part 1). Tis the tail of the year when the earth lies in slumber and the ground is cold and forbidding. Leaves have fallen and left the trees naked and bare. with skeletal branches scratching at the sky in vain and desolation. Animals have curled up and entered a slumber of peace and isolation no need for food or water to bathe in Under the hedgerow others still scrabble pecking and boring at the lifeless ground. Berries exist on some shrubs and flowers past their summer splendour and into winters hard grip Grey clouds of unforgiving nature lazily wander amid sun yellowing grey watching and waiting for his arrival.
A winter Tale .......(part 2).
Fire is a crackling smoke rising to the roof to dissipate into the air. Huddled round to warm our toes and keep icicles from our nose. A is still all is quiet as snow begins to lazily fall. The land is covered with snow white blanket from smallest grass to fir tree tall. Deep within the forest something begins to stir, an air of expectation grips at our senses and hair stands on end. it moves ever closer our nerves at breaking point whatever can it be lurking there in the dark of forest tree?.
A Winter Tale (part 3)(finale)
From the depth of misty snowy fir trees skeletal branches shivered as if from some spectral plain stood a giant stag that snorted white he was from antler tip down to his little white tail impressive he was, proud and free the king of stags,come to me. Beside him their came a stirring shaking snowflakes from his beard an old man appeared with twinkling in his eyes and snow on his head He stood tall and straight dressed in white fur and leather and by his side attached to his belt hung an axe fashioned from finest and sharpest metal. With intake of breath we pulled closer to our fire as if that would protect us from his obvious ire. As we sat rooted with fear with a smile and nod they soon disappeared our breath we exhaled into clouds in the air A gift we were given no others had seen and cherished forever in hearts and our mind.
Andrew P McIntyre 21/12/2009
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"We are the last people on earth, the last to be free": Calgacus
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