Poetree
“The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that...
Resident poet UrbanHerne will share some of his observations of the world, the landscape and those that dare to interact with it.
“The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that...
One of the most enduring images of a summer wander through the countryside is stumbling upon a meadow in flower....
I was asked by an eminent educationalist what I, in my capacity as a teacher, was the purpose of school....
The sky burns in deep red and orange embers. The flame tipped clouds whip in a fury of colour. The...
The sky burns in deep red and orange embers. The flame tipped clouds whip in a fury of colour. The...
Following the lines of the rugged coastline we wander to find solace and peace. Away from the masses, far from...
The great American adventurer John Muir in his many wanderings in the early 20th century demonstrated to all those that...
I was born surrounded by Art and Artists. I am by my own admission a painter trying to tackle the...
Llyn Idwal and the Glyders in their dominant beauty struck a chord today. Mountain streams in torrents bursting from the...
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