05/08/2026
The Queenborough Lady of Light and Earth:
Buddy’s Park, Queenborough: magic really is everywhere if only you look 💖
When the summer sun wakes with it’s golden breath,
And dawn steals softly over the grassy heath,
That sleepy sun climbs, so bright, so slow,
To kiss our beautiful Queenborough far below.
Its crystal shards of golden amber light
Break through the shadows of the ended night,
They paint the fields in gold and orange flame,
So every blade a new day does proclaim..
The grasses, tall, bearing seeds atop verdure splendid gowns,
Have faded to gold and weathered browns;
For rain is scarce and has wandered far away,
Leaving the earth and its thirst to dream and to pray.
Under hawthorn boughs and in damson shade,
Where ancient, winding paths in her memory are laid,
Past tall ant-filled mounds that rise up so proud,
And dog roses blooming, beautifully soft and bowed.
Through thickets of brambles reaching out to hold each other’s hand
Fruit ripening on branches that steadfastly stand,
Among shinning elder berries and rose-hip jewels
A serene, ataraxia breathes and softly falls.
There walks a lady, so calm and bright,
Our Queenborough Lady of Earth and Light.
The Earth wakes and remembers her every past tread
Where her gentle, healing feet are for its benefit often led.
For in giving her heart and through her mystical soul
Flows an ancient magic, life giving, deep and whole.
It journeys down through every step and giving vein,
To bless the dust of thirsty earth once again.
With every movement, each step she softly gives
The spark of rich love from which all nature lives;
The gift of hope, of spirit, devotion and of worth,
Returning loves light deep into the Earth.
She hums her song that no men have known,
But ancient prayers the oldest winds have blown.
Morning’s nature answers, clear and sweet,
In every note the wild birds gladly greet.
The magpies chatter, loud, bold and wise,
The jackdaws call deep across the sky.
The house sparrows fill each hedge and tree,
With joyful notes of thanks in sweet harmony.
The green woodpecker’s laughing, yaffle cry
Rings brightly across the morning skies,
While high above, with focused watchful grace,
A kestrel hovers in its hunting place.
It circles wide on silent strong wing,
Dancing too, for it has heard her sing;
It pauses, controlled in the warming air,
To witness her nurturing love unfolding there.
Then comes the stunning wonder, soft and slow
The gift that only few of us shall know.
From every flower, grass seed, hedge and tree,
They rise joyful in each other’s company.
The Small Copper, up from grass burnished and bright,
As it awakens to her song in the morning light.
The scarlet Red Admiral comes closer flits and glides,
To this place where her magic gently hides.
The painted Tortoiseshell takes its majestic flight,
Its wings alive with dancing in and out of light.
The graceful Fritillary flounces around and gleams,
As though stitched from the woodland’s sleepy dreams.
The lemon Brimstone drifts around and sways,
Like little scraps of the summer’s lazy day.
And gentle Whites, with purity and shining grace,
Bring quiet peaceful love to this mystical place.
Around her now they gather and rise as one,
A living crown beneath the warmth of the morning sun.
They spiral, they shimmer, gossamer wings drift and twirl,
Around the gentle love of our glowing girl.
Then next their dance weaves, with silent art,
A cloak born from the very wild Earth’s heart.
No silk has been spun, no jewel has been set
A finer robe has been magically fashioned yet.
Each flutter sings of adoration and hope reborn,
Each wing in its glory outshines the summer morn.
The butterflies obey her enchanting call,
Like sacred blessings drifting over them all.
Beside them, fly life giving velvet bumble bees
Weave buzzing through the warmth of the breeze.
Working from bloom to bloom they gladly roam,
Making every flower it’s meal, bed and home.
Together all these winged creatures throng
Moving to her nature healing endless song.
They pollinate our life’s blood with joyful cheer,
Bringing future autumn harvests to our tables here.
The land itself begins to gracefully, slowly wake;
Those dry, thirsty roots and branches shake.
Though rain has not yet crossed the skies,
New hope and her love within the soil help them thrive.
The hawthorns leaves seem a greener shade,
Fresh life appears where dust had laid.
The dog roses lift with every pinky white bloom,
Dispelling the dryness of draught, fear and gloom.
For true love is always stronger than the drought;
It grows and there kindness wanders round and about.
And every soul who is lucky to witness her pass
Feels lighter walking through the long grass.
Everywhere children smile, the old hearts begin to mend,
The lonely fill with hope from an unseen friend.
For she reminds us all both great and small
The Earth has room and teaches love for all.
So when the sunrise gilds this beautiful Queenborough land,
And morning wakes slowly with a gentle hand,
If butterflies rise around you and begin to dance
And you feel enchanted by some magical chance.
Look carefully through that bright golden glow
You just may see her outline passing by so slow.
The Queenborough Lady, bright in worth,
Whose every step renews our Earth.
For where she walks, hope blooms for sure;
Life rises from her footprints on the sunlit floor.
And Queenborough shines, both wild and wonderfully free,
Wrapped in her love for those who can see.
Emma Walton
© 5th August 2026
