My name is Shaheryar Chishty, I live in Sheffield and I am twelve years old, I am very passionate for my poetry. My favourite time of year is December, my reason for this is that the most splendour bird is often seen at this time of year, the king fisher. It manifests its pallet of harlequin colours however it is very difficult to catch a glimpse of it because of it’s speed.
My most treasured wild life moment was when a blue mopho sat on me shining it most glistening wings at the butterfly park. When I am older I plan to be a neurosurgeon however I would like to do poetry as a hobby. My inspiration for my poetry comes from my father’s photography. My father’s art and my lyrics work together so well. For the coming season you should look out for some exquisite birds like the jay.
One of the best places to go when you’re feeling stressed is the botanical garden, the reason for this is that the area has tranquil ambiance and you may enjoy your verdant surroundings. My technique for writing poetry is to look at the subject I intend to write about, if any ideas or phrases come to my mind I note them down in my book, if I rearrange the words they end up as a poem.
I like to frolic
I like to leap
To sing melodiously in the trees
In the autumn I look for worms
I perpetuate my journey in the sky
Looking for different meals
So my family can try
I attract many birds
Due to my pulchritude
My brown marble eyes
My breast is dipped In bronze
Escaping from the commotion of the claret sky
I rest on the apple tree, and watch people go by
The blue morpho
I live a life of mirth
Fluttering, coming to rest on my verdant bed
My life is very short
Only a few weeks
But my wings lie
Inflating like bellows, taking a deep breath
I live my time to the fullest
Feeding on saccharine vivers
Making my satin wings coruscate
I clap through the air
Putting a magic enchantment on my lovers
To stop and glance at my lustrous colors
I wear a burnt sleeve on my wings
I rest my wings
A silky brown closed book
Until I take off again
I open this book and display the iridescent pages
A shade of indigo
A flickering light
I charm the flowers with all my might.
The life of the rocks
In the babbling
Rocks sit together
In a viridescent green
The lemon waters
Are gushing all day long
Gurgling and cleansing
They sit firmly and strong
They endure the cold
And drink the morning breeze
The sun peaks dutifully
Shining through the windows of the trees
The oak trees cough gently
Releasing fluttering leaves
landing on the heads of the rocks
for it is their freedom to explore
It’s what they need
The rock remains squatting
Rooted to the ground
Serving nature responsibly
Sitting still not a sound
Sometimes it’s a retreat
For birds to drink and perch
To play with their friends
To take a bath and to chirp
The rocks have lived for many many years
They have witnessed all the laughter
And lived all the tears.
Joy in The Night
Joy is the moon crescent smiling down at you with vivid, silver, lips
Shining luminously as it watches over you, creating sprightly shadows that dance
The trees revel at the spectacle of their own silhouette
As they bounce buoyantly between the winds whistles,
Slowly whistling sending the trees to sleep
Cradled in the arms of the wind
The dragon flies flutter with flavescent leaf wings
Their bodies are varnished in a sapphire ink, illuminating the night sky
Attached to the eyelashes of the fern lays still the dragonfly
Waiting for the giant jacinth fire ball to be tossed in the horizon
To start the new day.
The robin ceases its evening song
The cricket holds its last croak
For a bird, will come out
The curtains have opened of the old oak
Here it comes
A bird with Smokey quartz feathers
Eyes like glass beads
One of woodlands greatest treasures
It dawdles and it dives
From high ascending trees
Dodging dainty daisy’s
Passing buzzing bees
It’s often seen flying
Traveling in a pair
Chasing after each other, exuberantly
Fluttering in the air
He wears a dark brown blazer
With a cerulean silk cuff
A cream bowler hat
A stripy fluffy puff
The trees call for it to be perched on
Shading the Jay with its leafy canopy
The Jay shares his adventures to the tree
And the tree speaks natures profundity.
By: Shaheryar A. Chishty
Just over 150 years ago, Alexandra Palace Park was opened as a Victorian leisure park, with 196 acres of woodland, open grassland, formal gardens and a boating lake. The 'Peoples Palace' sits up high in north London and has spectacular panoramic views of the city and its incredible skyline. I know that it might appear strange, to some, that we get some great bird watching opportunities but trust me, we get some 'megas!'
Since the age of 9, I've been very lucky to be part of a local birders group, who, excuse the pun, took me under their wing. Over the years, they have shared their knowledge, experience and passion of birding and in return have used my younger eyes & ears to spot for them.
One of my most memorable times was when I was off school, recovering from an appendectomy. Feeling kind of miserable for myself, I sat up in bed, gazing out of the window. I'm rather lucky that I have a good view of the boating lake and my mood was quickly lifted when I thought I saw something rather special. I grabbed my binoculars, checked what I thought I had seen and then yelled to my mum to come quickly. I swiftly put on my clothes and we sped off to get close to the lake. Were my eyes deceiving me? "Quick Mum, call Dom, I've got a smew!'
Within moments, word was out that I'd found this rare winter visitor and birders from all around excitedly arrived. It was simply brilliant and with cameras clicking furiously, we all captured the female duck as it repeatedly dipped in and out of the lake, diving for fish.
The Ali Pali birders
On another occasion, I was out with a couple what are affectionately known as, the 'birding blokes'. We were near to the cricket ground, surveying the scrubland close by. Then miraculously something caught our attention. A small sparrow like bird was on the ground. We focussed our binoculars and were amazed to see that it was infact a wryneck, sitting on the grass. At first there was some doubt, as the grey colouring with brown mottling are common in many birds. It was only when we could clearly see the dark band of brown, running down from the back of the head, that our hopes were confirmed.
In my garden, which is adjacent to the park, I get some terrific birds. These have included; fire crest, yellow browed warbler and even a peregrine falcon. My favourite of all though, has to be the bird that, in 2010, made my Christmas Day complete...the redpoll. The freezing conditions were ideal and with niger seed feeders full, at one point I counted 23 fabulous finches, including both lesser and mealy varieties.
So next time you're in this wonderful part of the country, please take a moment to look up, down and all around....you never know what you might see!
With the current UN climate change talks upon us, what has actually been achieved since the Paris talks last year? Well considering it has only been a year - and in political time that is very little and in geological time it is nothing at all - we have made some good starting points. As we can all agree climate change is not going to go away and we need to tackle it head to save our planet.
From 6-17 November the UN nations are meeting again in Bonn to discuss and carry on what they started in Paris. However America and more precisely Donald Trump have backed out of the agreement which is a big step back for the climate as America is one of the largest producers of greenhouse gas. On the positive side of things major producers like China are still in and are surging ahead with plans for a greener future.
Image Andy Hay www.rspb-images.com
From these talks me and many others would like to see many things done to better our planet. However maybe some things are more pressing than others. 70% of the atmospheres oxygen comes from the sea, it is produced by marine plants like phytoplankton. However the ocean currently has about 10 million tons of plastic in it. 10 million tons. That's equal to 1.5 million adult African elephants in our oceans.
Our oceans are under a constant hail of pollution, with over fishing, oil spills and all the rubbish that goes in there. In a hundred years time if nothing changes then going to the beach will not be a leisurely experience as you will have to wear and full body bio hazard suit. The sad thing is that the world has enough resources to empty the seas of rubbish and prevent there to be any further build up. It would cost less than the United States defence budget for one year. So here's a thought how about we stop threatening to blow each other up and actually spend all of this money to making the world great again.
In the coming years there will be lots of tension within the environmental sector as growing countries want to produce the more and more goods to boost their economies and get themselves into the upper echelon ring of "superior" countries. This continual economic growth will undoubtedly put out a lot more greenhouse gas into our atmosphere and will therefore contribute to climate change. These developing countries will never agree to stop production however we must find ways to reduce their carbon footprint or to reach a compromise otherwise our planet will surely face its demise.