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in the shelter of the covered bridge – shelter?

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‘shelter’

– n.

1. protection from danger, bad weather, etc.

2. place giving shelter or refuge.

-v.

1. act or serve as a shelter to; protect; conceal; defend.

2. find refuge, take cover.

(Oxford English Dictionary)

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As I refine the results of my poetry project, ‘in the shelter of the covered bridge’, I am thinking about the idea of ‘shelter’ and how important it is to all living things.

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A covered bridge changes the landscape, alters the environment and encourages habitat diversity. It changes the availability of light, water and air. It provides cover from harsh environments.

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Some examples of finding shelter in a covered bridge:

Plants:

  • seeds on the wind, waylaid, find a place to germinate
  • grasses growing beneath the bridge get less light as shadows thicken – sometimes there is too little light to grow at all
  • a crack between boards in the floor of the bridge provides a space to grow away from competition from other plants
  • mosses and lichens find a place to thrive in the rotted hollows of posts and timbers

Animals:

  • birds use rafters and beams as nesting sites
  • spiders find places to attach their webs
  • mice store seeds in nooks and crannies
  • birds hunt insects on the sun-warmed boards of the bridge

Humans:

  • travellers find brief respite from wind and snow and rain
  • friends and lovers find meeting places, out of the view of curious eyes
  • visitors find surfaces for expression – graffiti, vulgarity, art, a space to say ‘I was here’
  • children of all ages find a place to shout, hear echoes, remember

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shelter

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the engine dies – after midnight

not far from home

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snow builds on track

eyelash and mitten

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wind conceals the road

sweeps the bridge

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enter, a lull and chill subsides

bright of snow subdued

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no solitude – a mouse ticked

off, her hibernation interrupted

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and ghosts carve names, spray

broad epithets in purple

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inspire defiance, kick me

out, into the storm

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Copyright Jane Tims 2016

Written by jane tims

January 20, 2016 at 7:39 am

a strange place to grow

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Who knows where life will flourish? Yesterday morning, I found a crowd of tiny toadstools beneath our truck. Although I looked around, I couldn’t find them anywhere else in the yard. But under the truck the microclimate was just right for this faerie land to grow.

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Copyright 2015 Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

August 26, 2015 at 7:15 am

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