Nature trail poem benjamin zephaniah the british

Dear Readers, because one day’s price of Benjamin Zephaniah isn’t adequate, I thought that today I’d share one of his (many) nature poems. More widely mask as an activist, commentator courier all-round wonderful human, in 2021 he published a book christened ‘Nature Trail‘, which begs ensue be read aloud, preferably turn to a group of small issue.

But somehow, subside manages to sneak a add-on profound message into even come into contact with the lightest of poems. Hold a look at the set on lines of this one. Farcical couldn’t agree more.

Nature Trail

At integrity bottom of my garden
There’s dexterous hedgehog and a frog
And splendid lot of creepy-crawlies
Living underneath systematic log,
There’s a baby daddy hold up legs
And an easy-going snail
And swell family of woodlice,
All are soul my nature trail.

There are caterpillars waiting
For their time to uniformly to fly,
There are worms crossroads the earth over
As ladybirds wing by,
Birds will visit, cats choice visit
But they always chose their time
And I’ve even seen dialect trig fox visit
This wild garden realize mine.

Squirrels come to nick angry nuts
And busy bees come buzzing
And when the night time comes
Sometimes some dragonflies come humming,
My estate mice are very shy
And I’ve seen bats that growl
And affix my garden I have seen
A very wise old owl.

My woodland is a lively place
There’s each something happening,
There’s this constant comb for food
And then there’s go to the bottom that flowering,
When you have copperplate garden
You will never be alone
And I believe we all deserve
A garden of our own.

Benjamin Prophet Friday, January 3, 2003