Wildlife Poetry

[John]

For my 1,000th post I thought I would do a slightly different thread and make the content about poems that have been thought of entirely by yourselves. Not by well known Poets, just yourselves.

I had a period of a few months a few years ago when I was out of work. In that period I attempted for the first time in my life to do some writing. Along the way I attempted to have a go at some Poetry, again a first for me. Following is my very first Poem. It may not be a brilliant poem and it might also not be technically correct (i wouldn't know if it was anyway) but I was fairly pleased with.

Is there anyone else that can construct a wildlife poem?

EAGLES DOMAIN

The eagles flew together,
controlling the land and air.
Scanning the hillside heather,
flying without a care

They were true lovers,
flying over mountain, plain and tree.
Never fearing any others,
their bond for all to see

With wings straight and true.
Flying across this land.
With speed and power they flew;
their kingdom they did command

Gliding with ease and grace;
soaring over this vast terrain.
This was their land, their place;
this land was their domain.

But out of the sky came conflict,
from the black devil's of the sky.
To fight, the choice, that they had picked;
to dominate the sky they would try.

Five ravens came in fighting
from out of the sun, flying high.
Raven and eagle competing
for dominance of the sky.

The eagles rose up without fear;
each Raven drove home their attack.
Their intent, to the eagle's, was clear;
this land, once theirs, to win back.

Hovering, twisting and turning
they rode out the first attack.
Each eagle led with talons flashing,
the Ravens were the first to crack.

The Ravens were soon defeated,
both eagles dispatching them all.
Ravens, the vanquished, had retreated,
Far from this land they did fall.

Both eagles flew in tandem,
their power for all to see.
From afar the Ravens watched them
in awe of their majesty.

Their bond they would not sever.
As one they would always remain,
Two lovers entwined forever.
THIS WAS STILL THEIR DOMAIN.

John

[wildone]

John, congratulations on becoming a Commander of the Wild Empire. There are getting to be quite a few of us now.

wildone

[John]

Well I see that there are no takers.

I really thought we would have some poets on this forum. I'm certainly not one but at least I have attempted one.

Come on guys & gals, lets see some well made up Wildlife Poetry. Remember it must be yours not one your quoting from a book.

John

[Boddie]

My favourite

I wondered lonely, as a cloud, that walked all around.
Then all at once, I saw a sight,
A row of lovely daffodils.

[Boddie]

I like it 'cause its a play on words. It used to be

I wondered lonely, as a cloud, that walked all around.
Then all at once, I heard a riot,
The row of big azalea.

But nobody got it.

[Alan]

stoatytoat was know to quote
but never when writing in this post
I'll never do that - he said with a quack
You never know, that john might crack
john might crack! he'll never do that
he's to busing writing posts in the back!

[Boddie]

I like.
I like alot.

[Beryl]

here we are
Spring

I saw a kingfisher
Down by the brook
With a beak full of prey
To take back to his nook

He must have a mate
And eggs ready to hatch
Whilst the brook’s full of fish
He will get a good catch

When the chics break their shells
They will chirrup and sing
For the start of new life
Is the meaning of spring

[Beryl]

here ia another

The mallard Duck

The Mallard duck, she came to school
Not to learn or play the fool

But to make a nest behind The Grange
Where she laid nine eggs and all free range

The duck was watched with a very close eye
And we tiptoed quietly as we passed her by

Now one of the teachers saw them hatch
Nine little ducklings, what a batch

He tweaked his beard and scratched his head
Called some students and to them said

“Come over here and have a look
We’ll take these ducklings to the brook

One of the caretakers looked on too
Was it a circus or maybe a Zoo?

To the caretaker I heard him say
“Grab that duckling and walk this way

A box for the last one, caw, what a lark
Running after the others into the park

The duck waddled after with a very loud quack
They stopped all the traffic, there’s no turning back

They climbed the railings without a falter
Now ducklings and duck are safe in the water

http://myweb.tiscali.co.uk/rhythm

[John]

Originally Posted by stoatytoat

stoatytoat was know to quote
but never when writing in this post
I'll never do that - he said with a quack
You never know, that john might crack
john might crack! he'll never do that
he's to busing writing posts in the back!

[Beryl]

The Kingfisher

I’ve thought of this verse
Whilst with nothing to do
Of the beautiful Kingfisher
Dressed in blue

As he sits on a branch
And is ever alert
He’ll wait and watch
Then dive with a spurt

Into the stream
With his dagger-like beak
But all you will see
Is a flashing blue streak

He swoops and weaves
When after his game
He’s the king of the fishers
So hence his name

He’ the prettiest bird
In the British Isles
And when you see him
He’ll turn on your smiles

These poems that I have written are my own work and have regisered copywrite
you will find more of them a Http://myweb.tiscali.co.uk/rhythm
in my secret garden which can be found on the links psge
Beryl

[John]

Hi Beryl

I've clicked into your website. I'm impressed. I have only read a few poems but your a bit of a star aren't you.

I love the simplicity of the site. That is so refreshing. I have never learnt how to do one, I wish I could, but it is beyond me, plus I don't know anyone that could help me.

I can see you furnishing this site with Poetry for many years to come. I just wish others would give it a try.

John

[John]

One of the times I was in Scotland I was deep into the countryside on a summers morning when something happened that has really stuck in my memory ever since. I wrote what I suppose could be loosely termed as a poem about it. See what you guy & gals think.

I LOVE, I CRY

I walk this land where I belong,
my own true world of pleasure,
with rustling leaves and whispering breeze,
and trout filled streams of beauty.
Where the haunting sound of the curlew song
echo around the mountains,
and the eagles soar, as the Otters play,
and seals and dolphins plunder.

I love this place, it is so pure,
this piece of Scottish splendour.
But as I watch a mighty stag,
with a crown of velvet antlers,
struts from a wood, just like a king,
before him all is still.

He stops and stares across this land
and I watch in breathless wonder
as he lifts his head, but danger looms,
the eagles screech their warning.
The air is still, the stag takes flight,
this mighty beast is fearful.
A distant crack, a hunter's cry,
The bullet finds its home.

The stag is down, its eyes are closed,
Its breath is clearly fading.
As clouds race by,
the sun breaks through,
but the anger in me is raging,
as one last time it tries to rise
but its clear its life's expiring.
In deep despair I try to speak
but my heart is full of pain.

The curlew sings its mournful song,
it sounds like nature's crying.
The King is dead, he is no more.
Oh! How I hate this land.

John

[Pat]

Beautiful poem John, it brought tears to my eyes!

[John]

Originally Posted by Pat

Beautiful poem John, it brought tears to my eyes!

Thanks Pat

It still does for me as it vividly reminds me of what I witnessed.

John

[Beryl]

Thanks John
Have you been through the swingin saloon doors on the links page, there you will find som straight poems
I'm mainly a fun poems. All havr to be corrected as I am very dyslexic.
Most are based ion experience. Pleas excuse any bad spelloin mistakes

[paulinemiller10]

Hi John, this is my poem, I hav nt done many, this one is about my pet Rabbits, my white fantail doves, and my hogs that come for supper, and enjoying the garden.

This is my garden,
where I like to be,
Out in the sunshine,
down by the tree,
The bunnies are hopping,
The doves are around,
Flying and picking sticks
off the ground,
Here I stand
at the garden gate,
Thinking of wab,
and how they will rate.
My poem for John,
And a friend far away,
And everyone who’s
posted on wab today,
As evening falls,
A glass of wine,
Sit in the garden,
And everythings fine,
A scent in the air,
A rustle of leaves,
It’s only the hogs,
With their family. Pauline

[Beryl]

Very good
Was it a spur of the moment?
Mine are, I cannot sit and write a poem, it just comes into my head and then flows and mosty base on real things that happen

[John]

I enjoyed that Pauline. As Beryl has asked, was it a spur of the moment poem?

John

[paulinemiller10]

Hi Beryl, Yes, I just write when I need one, but not often, I usually make birthday cards for family, and put one in about them, usually very silly lol, but only when I have a bit of time which is nt often.
Just been to your site, and my son was coming out of the loo, so read him the toilet one lol, very good, really enjoyed reading some of them, going to go back when I have more time to read the rest, and look around, very interesting, I think your very clever to put it all together.
Glad you liked it John, but I m not much of a poet, just write one here and there. Pauline

[Beryl]

Thank you
I can only write on inspiration and then I fall aprt laughing
There is one you will gind called 'Repairs'
It is based on the time Cherrbee came to my hose and lost her specs
Beryl

[Tinkerbell]

And here's one I wrote earlier

There once was a lady called Beryl
When out walking her plight was quite terrible
In the mud she got stuck
(No webbed feet like a duck)
Now we call her Beryl the Peril!!

[John]

Originally Posted by Tinkerbell

And here's one I wrote earlier

There once was a lady called Beryl
When out walking her plight was quite terrible
In the mud she got stuck
(No webbed feet like a duck)
Now we call her Beryl the Peril!!

Brilliant

[Tragus]

I'm not really a poet and don't I know it, but I did have a go a long time ago, and this is my offering

White Stag

The white stag appeared in the still of the night
His coat shimmering softly, bathed in moonlight
Cropping the grass and warily scenting the air
His herd kept on eating, thankful the white stag was there
The stream bubbled slowly as it wound its way on
and the herd drank deeply while the gold moon shone
A crack of a twig alerted the stag
Someone approaching from over the crag
He grunted a warning of danger close by
Telling them soon would be their turn to fly
The hunter came closer with a gun in his hand
The herd now alerted, watched as the stag made his stand
The powerful stag, muscles twitching, nose keen
Watched as the hunter looked down on the scene
The herd scattered quickly and ran into the night
Leaving the white stag to face his own plight
Man and beast now stood alone
The hunter aware that the herd had now gone
The man took a bullet from a case on his belt
Then the stare of the stag on his body he felt
He loaded the rifle and slowly took aim
Paused for a moment with a deep sense of shame
His eyes took in the graceful sight
Of the majestic white stag bathed in moonlight
The pause was enough for dark clouds to roll in
Plunging the white stag into shadows therein
The white stag now hidden by the moonlights shade
Turned quickly and vanished from the forest glade.

I'ts similar to John's, but mine got away!
Jo

[John]

That's a cracker. I loved it Jo