Tag: poems about nature
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The Writer and the Wild – A Poem About Nature and Writing
The Writer and the Wild – A Poem About Nature and Writing White winged wonder wandering, wobbling west beside water. Flitting feathers flying – flocks fleeing for fields of gold. Sun shinning. Stream shimmering. Chinook salmon swimming, spawning sacks, spewing semen. Man musing merrily, mindfully mapping manuscript In a mad, maniacal manner. -Poem Written by…
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Pondering At Sunrise – A Christian Poem On the Beauty of Nature
Pondering At Sunrise – A Christian Poem About Morning I look out into the morning sky, Waiting for the curtain of night to lift, And the same questions I’ve sought answers To for ages keep rolling through my head: Why can’t I accept grace as a gift And not as a reward to be earned?…
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The Weeping Willow – A Poem About Nature
The Weeping Willow – An Environmental Poem About Trees The forests and fields are fading, Replaced by cookie cutter houses and pleasure centers. Quick! Get a glimpse of the soil As it’s tilled one last time, Before it’s fruit is forever sealed beneath concrete, Whose paved arms don’t let us sink in, But stand firm…
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A Poem About Sunrise and Morning – Dawn
Dawn – A Poem About the Break of Day The fluttering of a thousand wings flap and fill the sky – blackbirds and geese fly to unknown destinations. The cool dew of morning runs down the grasses’ backs, gathering upon the soil. A misty fog hovers beneath the trees and the sun begins peaking out…
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The Cardinal – A Poem
The Cardinal – A Poem Scarlet red against the snowy white, I see you at the feeder munching on sunflower seed. You do not know me. But I know you. I’ve watched you from the window-sill, perched upon the feeder, cracking seeds open with your beak in the early morning winter, ruffling your feathers to…
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A Poem About Nature and Changing Seasons – Frost on the Field
Frost on the Field – A Poem About Nature and Changing Seasons When I woke up this morning, I found that winter stopped by for a visit late last night, spreading its dust across the grassy fields, announcing to all winter’s not far from sight. Nestled in our knitted sweaters, tucked tightly in our toasty…
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