Bells Ring Out

Bells ring out
across the land
the time for action
is now at hand
World leaders in Glasgow
hear our plea
the world is dying
you must see
that what we need
is open hearts
we beg of you
to play your part.
Make decisions
wise and true
for the many
not just the few
remember the animals, plant
the soil and water
without which
nothing supports us
remember the thirsty lands
those drowning already
we need your strength
to keep us steady.
Peace, justice
and hope
for our earth overall
that is our prayer
that is our call

© Ali Walters October 2021

I wrote this poem as I sat in a church in Lewes after the bells had rung out at 6pm on Saturday 30th October across the UK sounding a warning of the current climate emergency to delegates travelling to COP26 in Glasgow. Shortly before the vigil a small group of us had walked around the town sharing thoughts, poems and prayers on the current situation. One of the points we stopped at was the extinction memorial in the town. So much more than just a piece of street art.

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Message to World Leaders from Wood Pigeon

Your heads are full
thoughts, ideas, dreams
of other worlds
just like ours.
You probe
you ponder
you encourage exploration
for extra-terrestrial resources.
But beware
like a thirsty traveller
searching for water in the desert
you may discover
the oasis is just a mirage.
This morning,
this day,
this evening
listen to my call*
One planet
that is all,
One planet
beautiful,
One planet
that is for all.

© Ali Walters September 2021

* Not to be confused with Collared Dove who repeats One Planet, One Planet, One Planet!

This poem was written in response to the call for patches that would be sewn on to the Coat of Hopes an art work and pilgrimage project to COP26 and came to me as I mediated on what my design should be. This is the resulting patch:

Coat of Hopes Patch

Notes to go with the Coat of Hopes Patch

The blue/green circlet of course represents our astounding, astonishing, amazing blue/green planet. Strangely at the time I was reading Braiding Sweet Grass by Robin Wall Kimmerer and without realising, the design I chose for the circlet is based on a Potawatomi design which seemed serendipitous. I’ve added a red centre for the vibrant life-force our planet has and surrounded it with stars.

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Ash Tree Reflections

In an upside down world
I stare at my reflection
and tell you
I know about disease.
I know about shortage and want.
I know what it is like to dread the chainsaw’s roar
and wonder if it is coming for me.
I know what it is like
to no longer hear my friends
whispering on the wind.
In this upside down world
if you can’t hug your mother, sister, friend, brother, father, child, grandchild
put your arms around me
and listen while I tell you
we are all in this together.

© Ali Walters April 2020

With thanks to Roselle Angwin for her Tongues In Trees course, her enthusiasm, support and for including this poem in her latest blog

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Queen of the Heath

She is no straight, tall elegant beauty
No.
She writhes and rears
out of earth.
A wild unbroken silver mare
bucking
in the evening sun.

Dappled with moss and lichen
eight limbs of
hoary
thick bark,
rough to the touch,
twisting, turning
over each other.

Sinking down
then raising up
young smooth skinned limbs
tipped with unkempt
skeins of delicate twigs,
catkin beaded
dancing in the breeze.

Mother to all around
who stand witness
to her joyous,
unfettered
holding
of this place
of meeting,
memory and wonder.

She says simply
“Be extraordinary”

© Ali Walters January 2020

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Today I Am Angry

“How stricken would our luscious landscape be without the lovely Ash” Ali Walters March 2019

Today I am angry
Today I can’t understand why
We aren’t shouting from the roof tops,
That with dieback and the borer beetle
WE could lose nearly 1 billion Ash trees
Where is the Cobra planning meeting for that?
Where are the emergency tree planting proposals?
Why are the politicians sitting around arguing
about borders and immigration instead of
this national catastrophe?
Have we become so thoughtless so disconnected
From our environment that we would
Not notice if millions of trees disappeared?
John Constable mourned the loss of one “young lady”
What would he have to say to us about our carelessness with a whole species?
If they were humans we would cry genocide
There would be benefit concerts and distressing pictures all over the news
But we seem not to give a damn about trees or the 1000s of insects, birds, fungus, mammals
(including us) that depend on them.
How stricken would our luscious landscape be without the lovely Ash.
Will they live on only in place name memory?
To be read out like the names of
war casualties on Ash Tree Remembrance Day
Ash, Ashampstead, Ashbocking, Ashbourne, Ashburton, Ashbury, Ashby, Ashcombe, Ashdon, Ashdown, Ashen, Ashendon, Ashill, Ashington, Ashley, Ashamsworth, Ashmore, Ashow, Ashreigny, Ashtead, Ashton, Ashurst, Ashurstwood, Ashwater, Ashwell, Ashwick, Ashwicken, Askam, Askern, Askham, Askrigg, Bracon Ash, Five Ash Down Monyash, Saltash
Ash, Ashampstead, Ashbocking, Ashbourne, Ashburton, Ashbury, Ashb, Ashcombe, Ashdon, Ashdown, Ashen, Ashendon, Ashill, Ashington, Ashley, Ashamsworth, Ashmore, Ashow, Ashreigny, Ashtead, Ashton, Ashurst, Ashurstwood, Ashwater, Ashwell, Ashwick, Ashwicken, Askam, Askern, Askham, Askrigg, Bracon Ash, Five Ash Down Monyash, Saltash
Ash, Ashampstead, Ashbocking, Ashbourne, Ashburton, Ashbury, Ashb, Ashcombe, Ashdon, Ashdown, Ashen, Ashendon, Ashill, Ashington, Ashley, Ashamsworth, Ashmore, Ashow, Ashreigny, Ashtead, Ashton, Ashurst, Ashurstwood, Ashwater, Ashwell, Ashwick, Ashwicken, Askam, Askern, Askham, Askrigg, Bracon Ash, Five Ash Down Monyash, Saltash
Ash
Ash
Ash
Ash

© Ali Walters March 2019

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River Ouse Sensescape at Low Tide

The feel of the cool breeze on the palm of my outstretched hand
The warm sun on my up turned face
The roughness of dried seaweed between my fingers
The sound of rippling wavelets as the wind pushes the river against the out going tide
The raucous squabbling of seagulls
The chirping of a cricket in the grass
The salty smell of sea river water mixed with sweet lavender I’ve carried on my walk
The savoury taste of a handful of almonds found at the bottom of my bag and for dessert a few blackberries picked from a bush accessible only at low tide
The blue of the sky, the green of the hills, the brown of a recently ploughed field and the iridescent shimmer of a red dragonfly’s wings.
What a beautiful day a veritable feast for the senses.
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Prayer for Peace

P1030921May fingers poised on triggers pause.
May hands push back pins and safety catches.
May eyes and ears focussing on targets turn instead,
to the cries of hungry frightened children.
In a heartbeat may all weapons be laid down
and arms raise flags of truce.
May pens sign fair treaties.
May market stalls replace the barricades
and may baskets and bellies be full.
May neighbours greet with smiles.
May communities embrace and join
together to rebuild shattered lives.
May dancing and singing replace weeping.
May there be peace.
© Ali Walters November 11 2014

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30 Days Wild Day 6 Or Sometimes Nature Just Comes to You

While sitting at my computer this afternoon I noticed a movement out of the corner of my eye and there sitting behind my bird bath was a fledgling blackbird, which the male had just fed.P1040059.JPG It was a wild and stormy day so I was slightly concerned about it (as one is as an interfering human!) but I watched avidly for the next 40 minutes or so and eventually the male came back with a beak full of tasty treats – well for a blackbird chick that is.P1040058.JPG

Off he went again and I double checked the RSPB website for info about fledgling chicks. Of course we should in the majority of cases do nothing. So I just sat and watched. A bit later on I was delighted to see the chick hopping about and calling to its parent so I figured it was ok. I have to confess to putting out some stale bread crumbs which I then watched being collected and fed diligently by the male to the chick.

The crumbs also attracted the female who was quite aggressive towards the male. But I guess I might be if I’d been sitting on eggs and then feeding chicks and was now getting ready to have another clutch of eggs!

Even with all this going on the male still managed to find a moment to sit in the hedge and sing out to defend his territory before going back to feeding the chick.

It was a great way to spend day 6 of #30DaysWild with thanks also to the brilliant RSPB website for the information on Blackbird nesting behaviour

 

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World Environment Day 2017

A brief ditty on why brambles matter for #30DaysWild (day 5) and World Environment Day.20170604192002

If all around is doom & gloom let a bramble blossom & bloom. A single skipper may then alight to ease the heart & bring delight.

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1 Day to 30 Days Wild

A glorious end to May started with a fabulous sunrise. 20170601202624

Not being the earliest of risers sometimes it does pay to peek out of the curtains on waking at 4.30am even if your going back to sleep!

Down  on the beach at Rottingdean the scene could almost have been described as Mediterranean.20170601202644

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So time to whip off shoes and socks and dip the toes for the first time this year in the sea. And very pleasant it was too. A great preparation for #30DaysWild 20170601202647

 

 

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