My Poems

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.

    Best wishes

    Val.

  • 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.

    Best wishes

    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. :-)

    Best wishes

    Val.

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    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.

    Best wishes

    Val.