Foraging

Foraging Poem

The snap of hazel twigs underneath my feet,

As I struggle across this untamed heath.

Lauren's scavenge hunt idea, is good for our health,

So we seek and collect nature's hidden wealth.

Building our hoard in the fall afternoon,

In a kaleidoscope of colour. Enough to make us swoon,

Doomer the hunter doesn't change his habits,

He sits by the fire skinning some rabbits.

While Fire Pup and David return from the stream,

Carrying their catch - a trout and two bream.

I meet Jen and Mel They have treasure those two,

Chicken of the woods, and ripe damsons of blue.

Wild sage and garlic foraged by Reddot.

Together with the aliums to season the pot.

Nathan struggles solo, trying not to get scratched,

While extracting black berries from a dense bramble patch.

Our project completed, we return with our wares,

And view all the goodies with ravenous stares.

The camp site is welcoming as evening turns to night.

The beech fire is comforting, burning so bright.

Perry and Joel now start to ladle,

And we carry our plates to eat at the table.

With elderberry wine to take the edge off our thirst,

Dya know something lads!! Life could be worse.