Winters past

There were winters past

When we walked across

Paths and tracks with mac’s

And coats that floated in harsh torn winters gale

Upon fields of white stalked green

Steady crisp crunching footsteps

Marked our trail

On crushed even grass


Trying to avoid the rutted tractor tyre puddles

Of snarking bracken waters splash

Laughing over bootfulls of over eager tread

Of horses hooved beaten earth

Of boots covered in chalky white thickened slurry

Amid the bright sun fight dazzled eyes

And blinking spiking hawthorn bushes

With webs of sparkling shiny doyley finesse


And we would laugh and complain

Among hats scarves and gloves

Clapping our hands to keep warm

Balancing across styles

Sliding on icy lanes

To get back to the car

Before sun down rest

And the spitting kicking

Log fired trail of home

◄ Another hot night

city of birth ►


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Martin Elder

Wed 13th Feb 2019 17:46

Thank you so much Keith for reading and commenting. I am glad it found some resonance with you.

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keith jeffries

Wed 13th Feb 2019 09:48


Such magnificent imagery. You take the reader with you across those fields to the warmth of a welcoming fire.

A beautiful poem
Thank you


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Martin Elder

Tue 12th Feb 2019 22:55

Thank you so much Kate. Much appreciated

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Tue 12th Feb 2019 11:37

This is superb imagery Martin, you took me there.

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Stu Buck

Sun 3rd Feb 2019 19:01

i would say so martin, i have a new book to promote so will be out and about a lot more than usual. if you know of anywhere that might let me shout down the mic and you will be there let me know (if that makes any sense)

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Martin Elder

Sun 3rd Feb 2019 18:37

Thanks to Nigel David Anya and Dolly for liking and thanks to Stu and Lisa for commenting.

the recent weather we have experienced always puts me in mind of tramping across fields. It is one of the few aspects of winter I still enjoy. Particularly feeling warm at the end of the day and watching the flames in the solid fuel burner we used to have. Cheers Guys.
Hope I might bump into you sometime this Year Stu.

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lisa donohoe

Fri 1st Feb 2019 23:41

I absolutely adored this poem.
Snow is amazing, I felt as if I was really walking on the white ground,s hearing the crunch as my eyes read over this. Bravo ?

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Stu Buck

Fri 1st Feb 2019 21:57

absolutely love crisp crunching steps martin. a real phrase you can sense. the rest is excellent too of course but for me that made me smile

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