St. Boniface Church

In the cool of the spring, life returns to this place.
A graveyard of history, or legends to embrace.

If only they could talk, what tales there'd be.
Underneath the stones, there for all to see.

A headless man was buried, within this very ground.
It could be him you hear, and not that of a hound.

For out one night he was, with thieving on his mind.
Had his head chopped off, as payment of a kind.

But once the deed was done, a squire he's found to be.
Now it was too late - the culprits had to flee.

So who crept in the night, and put his body there?
It could be the very same, who initiated the dare.

Bunbury Locks

Canal boats coursing waters
rippling over the calm.
Soon they reach the locks
stopping in sudden alarm.

The gates are closed
no entrance to gain,
and waiting below
is one just the same.

For only two
go side by side
as in the water
they slowly glide.

The water fills up
and then it goes down.
Taking the barges
onto the town.

Nature at Bunbury Mill

How come you have six petals,
when others only five?
Are you truly a dog rose,
or imposter in its clothes?

You look the very same,
just like the real thing.
Maybe something happened
in the early spring.

The Dog Rose

Like stars clothed in pink beside the millpond,
your faces look up - to the sun they respond.

Veins that are tempting to creatures nearby.
If they're not eaten by a swift dragonfly!

With centres all changing from yellow to brown
as the season moves on you're losing your crown.

Out of your centre so big and so bold,
an enormous rose hip we now do behold.

Though round and green you'll soon be ripe.
The seeds inside are the picking type.

Full of vitamins for people to eat.
My! What a lovely autumn treat!

The Common Darter

Those bulbous eyes and tiny teeth.
A poor little fly lying beneath.
Before my eyes you caught your prey
- up and down without delay.

Poppy Pod

One so bright and colourful
in vibrant red or pink.
Now with petals gone
you're coming to the brink.

With centre full of seeds
so nearly ready to pop.
I see that you are really
the last one of the crop.

All their rims are open
your's are tightly closed.
Is this why the spider
he is neatly posed?

Once you have freed them
and there are cavities below.
I think this little creepy
inside will want to go.