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Nettie Collis
Creative Writing/ Poetry/Mental health
Creative Writing/ Poetry/Mental health
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Writers Block. Brain has gone on strike.
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I went camping in the New Forest for a few days. It is Just as magical now as when I was a child. Shep was brilliant with the roaming cattle and horses; and a great companion for me. He was a great hit with the rangers, who thought he was the best dog ever. I have to agree with them.
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One woman, a dog and a tent
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When the Cuckoo Sings
As I sat musing by the pond I heard the first cuckoo sing And I thought to myself Surely this is a definite sign of spring? Drunken bumble bees stumble in the clover The magnolia is in full bloom. Walking further to the farmers fields I witnessed white clou...

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The wind roared through the trees, reminding me of enormous waves crashing on a shingle shore. Their limbs cracked and screeched in arthritic sounding pain. This walk, friendly on a sunny day, has changed to threatening and oppressive. Crows scream on their...

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Thames Path
A walk along the Thames path bitter March wind whips and slashes I am chilled to the bone. White clouds graze on carpets of green water fowl float on a tempestuous river. Not a hint of summer.

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Like sand
A million sea shells smashed, As sand they slip through his fingers, Like the life he has used up and wasted. Withered old man sits on a bench and remembers.

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Yesterday
Yesterday was a beautiful day, with candy floss skies and tall grasses whispering happiness. Now too hot for my woolly jumper I strip it off and spread it on the ground. Lying down, breathing in the hint of summer watching as my dog sniffs the air. Small th...

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Sea
Yesterday I heard the sea how it roared and moaned. Yesterday I saw the sea grey, white with angry frothing it spat at me. I tasted the sea salty on my skin and I was happy and afraid. I salute you sea for your treachery and hypnotic beauty.
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