12 -18 First Prize
Ryan Vowles (Pilton)
written a few poems at school both
recently and when I was much younger and
have always absolutely loved it! I'm never
really sure where the inspiration for
something comes from, but here it seems
that it is from a love of Mannings Pit and
a short sit down there next to the river.
I've always loved the fields, since I used
to go there with my grandad, and as I've
gotten older, I've been able to explore further and
further on my own. It's a wonderful and
unique place, and I hope my poem in some
tiny way will help preserve it for future
Ryan was 14 when he wrote his
At Manning's Pit there is a path
that weaves between the trees,
There are great oaks and sycamores that shed
their golden leaves.
At Manning's Pit there is a stream that flows
with a silver shine.
There are mossy walls of earth that have stood
the test of time.
A gentle percussion of trickling, echoes from
While a beautiful chorus of birdsong dances
down from high in the trees,
Then in come the flutes, as a gust of wind
Followed by a solo, by a very talented Magpie.
Who needs an orchestra when you can spend 5
Together with Mother Nature and all that she
Some places have a power, that just can't be
They capture the mind and keep it, politely
And somehow, they can manage to bring people
A special breed of magic that has existed
And as man grows more divided, such a power is
what we need
And it can be found right here, somewhere
among the trees.
However, with anything this special, so
beautiful and well known,
Comes a natural enemy, a sly serpentine foe.
This is fundamental, it is written in the
With all that is good comes evil, with all
love comes harm.
Yet, these cosmic writers, they forgot one
They never mention which of these they have
destined to win.
And that's because the victor isn't chosen by
They are chosen by the passion and the effort
that we make.
So make a lot of effort, put your heart and
soul into it
And maybe, together, we can Save Manning's