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Telescopic Observations

Cover me in feathery down, warmth against winter chills and frozen ground leave me to sleep in deep refrain, until tidal waves recreates my home again. Step, step, stepping in deep snow, Hobnail boot prints in trailing go. Full blown blossom, tis Spring Showers of rain Drip, drip, drops Filling open flower cups. Fluttering bird trapped in cage, tempting fate, it's door stands open wide. Halt who goes there, Red Robin sings standing as sentinel to nesting birds as billing and cooing their courting done. Hanging basket suspended from patio frame, Purple-striped lobelia is the plastic tagged name. Spring marigolds planted in beds so neat Foraging nocturnal rabbits, are now replete. Castle turrets in skyline frame Dark in silhouette Formidable whether friend or foe Sheltering community from the Viking horde. Boatman concealed in hooded cloak Waits across the river at midnight Beckoning stranger with jingling coins Tempting providence, Boatman swiftly rows to comply A flickering moonbeam highlights his features; no face, but skeleton skull, Death rows the hapless stranger to the other side. Circling bald eagle over misty moor, wings outstretched, as it begins to soar, Over mountain ranges on thermal air, effortless in flight, though as an insignificant insect to binocular- less eyes. Blackberries are ripening Along bridle track. Children gathering them As purple lips smack. Time zone crossed vow affirming two lovers reunite for all eternity. Eleven p.m. strikes, showing the late hour, As ash residue, through fire grate, falls in a dusty shower. In the early hours, A lone dog howling at an indistinct sound Inciting a duet with a neighbouring hound.

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Date: 11/3/2014 7:58:00 AM
http://www.moorlandassociation.org/birds.asp Waves recreate not recreates. Eagles are not in moors. Allow not leave. Running and hopping replete. Lord of Viking Horde. Flower and buttercups. Prints show on trail that I go. Just some thoughts, suggestions and ideas. Poem is great and has much meaning. Everyone's opinion is going to vary.
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James Horn
Date: 11/3/2014 6:47:00 PM
http://www.scottishraptorstudygroup.org/goldeneagle.html Bald Eagle if North America. Golden Eagle is Scotland. Just for your info. Jim Horn
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Theresa Stephens
Date: 11/3/2014 12:54:00 PM
Thank you for reading and giving your kind comments. Howeve,r the golden eagle has been noted in the Highlands of Scotland where there are mountains and misty moors!
Date: 8/30/2014 7:02:00 AM
Boy Theresa, this work ricochets round like a bullet in a bucket, from dawn to dusk to death and back. Lovely write. Got me thinking again. God Bless. Dave.
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Date: 8/30/2014 7:01:00 AM
Boy Theresa, this work ricochets round like a bullet in a bucket, from dawn to dusk to death and back. Lovely write. Got me thinking again. God Bless. Dave.
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Date: 7/22/2014 9:03:00 AM
So glad I found this poem as the first one to read of yours as it hits me deeply. I once wrote long and complex poems much like this. Usually about Nature and mankind's relationship. BBBBBravoooooo on very fine write!!!
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Date: 3/10/2014 10:48:00 AM
You have taken me on quite a journey Theresa, very imaginative and lovely.
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