I have written a few poems over the years, some about birds, here are some.
The Kingfisher I stood there leaning against the wall And watched you fish by the waters fall A brilliant, vibrant electric blue Showed where you were diving to A slight splash Then the flash Of blue wings beating Then upon the branch, the fish you were eating. Val
Dipper Spring I sat on the bench by the river My binoculars on my knee I didn't actually need them, She was so close to me Busily flying with moss in her bill To the place she'd decided to nest While her lazy mate stood on a rock But she didn't take any rest. The place she had chosen was high in the bank Beside the waterfall Her mate was leaving her to it But occasionally he would call She didn't answer him And her expression said it all. I could have stayed all day Though I had to leave them be Housewifely duties called And I had to go home and get tea. I visited the bench again Later in that same Spring On the bank of the river Where the Dippers sing On a dead tree branch under the nest Four baby Dippers in a row Parents were feeding them all in turn They looked about ready to go. Amazed that I'd seen them Such a lucky girl was me Something I've never forgotten Which happened so unexpectedly. Val
The Gathering At a distance black snowflakes swirling in the air Then closer still changing like smoke clouds Thousands of starlings wheeling everywhere Gathering together to roost in their crowds Then down they go in a waterfall Cascading into the reeds All answering the call Like a broken string of beads Val.
Best wishes
Val.
Wow Val
Those are really evocative. Brilliant how you have filled a few lines + yet, such a picture.
'In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks' John Muir.
Excuse wobbily dyslexic spelling!
Blushing even more now. You really are lovely people on this forum. I'm so glad I joined it.
Thank you All so very much.
Here's one I wrote after visiting Gigrin Farm.
Gigrin Farm. This place in Wales is what they need, They fly here from miles around, A farm which supplement's their feed, The Farmer throws food on the ground. Swooping and diving, in they fly, Grabbing the food between their feet, Then up they go into the sky, Such a hard won ration, to eat. One of the most awesome sights, Something I'd never seen before, Literally hundreds of Red Kites, So many I couldn't keep score. And this I must also say, A never to be forgotten day. Val.
I can see you being the next poet laureate, such a talent.
You've got me interested in writing poetry again. I haven't written a poem since I was a school. I think i was ok but have completely got out of the swing of it (it is best part of 20 years!).
Cheers
Stoat
I'm not bald. I've just got ingrowing hair!
Unknown said: I can see you being the next poet laureate, such a talent.
I don't think so Silent night, but many thanks, to you. I haven't actually written any poems for a while. Real life has got in the way of sitting & thinking about doing one. :-)
Unknown said: You've got me interested in writing poetry again. I haven't written a poem since I was a school. I think i was ok but have completely got out of the swing of it (it is best part of 20 years!). Cheers Stoat
I am so glad I have, Stoat, it's a good way to either commemorate, either a sight you have seen, or an idea you have. I confess it is a while since I wrote a poem myself.