Night in the Brazilian Amazon Rainforest…

I spent many a night in the Amazon Rainforest alone. The mind can play tricks in the dark, particularly when you are alone, and the forest sounds only add to the sense of foreboding as well as curiosity.

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The Storm….An Amazon Rainforest poem.

The Storm…an Amazon Rainforest Poem.

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My beloved rainforest in a storm is a force to behold. Lightening and thunder booms, crashes and shakes the earth. Trees sway and are denuded in the violent winds and torrential downpours.
The storm makes you feel small and powerless. It’s amazing, frightening and exhilarating.

Rainforest poetry..In my thoughts and dreams-the beloved forest.

On returning to the UK from my home in the Brazilian Amazon Rainforest, there was not a day, a night, a moment when the forest was not uppermost in my thoughts. This poem was written during a moment of nostalgia and longing.

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‘Poems about being stuck in a forest’ ! My blog reached with this remark. My response.

Someone reached my site with the words ‘Poems about being stuck in the forest.’
I spent weeks alone in the Amazon rainforest……while I enjoyed it most of the time, I did occasionally feel lonely. So, here is one of the poems I wrote during my isolation.

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Saffron Finches – Scientific name: Sicalis flaveola

Saffron Finch.Scientific name: Sicalis flaveola

I spent many months in the Amazon Rainforest over a number of years. On occasion I spent weeks in my lodge completely alone. I befriended a couple of pairs of Saffron Finches, who kept me company like friendly neighbours. The Male was yellow with a jaunty orange cap, his mate a dull, greenish brown.
The finches would visit every day. The morning visit was at around the same time just after sunrise. If I was in a room out of sight the male would perch on a branch on the tree closest to the lodge and call loudly until I came out. Then he would tweet, turning his head this way and that as I spoke to him.

I remember one morning my friend who had dropped in for a coffee and had seen my interaction with these birds called me from my bedroom to say the male bird was calling me. The locals of the forest found my ‘conversations’ with this little bird fascinating.
One afternoon I heard the male calling and calling to me. He was earlier then usual so I wasn’t expecting him. When I came out, I was surprised to see the female beside him, as she usually preferred to peck on the ground while he tweeted with me. She had nesting material in her beak. I swear they brought it to show me. I must admit to tears in my eyes.

It’s been a long while since I’ve been back to the forest, but I think about it often. And I think about the wildlife and especially the animals and birds I communicated with and my dear little Saffron.

I wrote a poem in their honour.

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Saffron Finches

Saffron Finch.

I spent many months in the Amazon Rainforest over a number of years. On occasion I spent weeks in my lodge completely alone. I befriended a couple of pairs of Saffron Finches, who kept me company like friendly neighbours.
The finches would visit every day, several times a day and call to me. If I was in a room out of sight the male would perch on a branch on the tree closest to the lodge and call until I came out. Then he would tweet, turning his head this way and that as I spoke to him. The male was yellow with a jaunty orange cap, his mate was a dull greenish brown.
One afternoon I heard the male calling and calling to me. When I came out, I was surprised to see the female beside him, as she usually preferred to peck on the ground while he tweeted with me. She had nesting material in her beak. I swear they brought it to show me.

I wrote a poem in their honour.

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