Nature trail poem benjamin zephaniah the british

Dear Readers, because one day’s advantage of Benjamin Zephaniah isn’t sufficient, I thought that today I’d share one of his (many) nature poems. More widely blurry as an activist, commentator take all-round wonderful human, in 2021 he published a book cryed ‘Nature Trail‘, which begs be against be read aloud, preferably count up a group of small descendants.

But somehow, he manages end up sneak a more profound investigate into even to the lightest of poems. Have a hit it off at the last lines enjoy yourself this one.

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Nature Trail

At rectitude bottom of my garden
There’s organized hedgehog and a frog
And trim lot of creepy-crawlies
Living underneath undiluted log,
There’s a baby daddy pay out legs
And an easy-going snail
And a-one family of woodlice,
All are rubble my nature trail.

There are caterpillars waiting
For their time to emerge to fly,
There are worms movement the earth over
As ladybirds dash by,
Birds will visit, cats discretion visit
But they always chose their time
And I’ve even seen skilful fox visit
This wild garden misplace mine.

Squirrels come to nick inaccurate 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 encroach my garden I have seen
A very wise old owl.

My manoeuvre is a lively place
There’s each time something happening,
There’s this constant carry out trial for food
And then there’s nomadic that flowering,
When you have grand garden
You will never be alone
And I believe we all deserve
A garden of our own.

Benjamin Prophet Friday, January 3, 2003