Cairn Poems - Poems about Cairn

... The mountains rise like white haired ancient gods. The wolves howl their age old forgotten runes. In the blue sky birds perform their glissades As they fill the air with their joyful tunes. The......Read the rest...

...Dawn's Embrace: Adret: Dawn paints the face of giants, Where sunlight warms and shadows dance. Aiguille: Fingers pierce the azure sky, A challenge whispered, sharp and high. Earth's Whispers: ......Read the rest...

... If I could but reach a little bit further, the Baltic winds, the Irish Sea, not even the Atlantic could my need for misgivings divide. What a sin to be whole! Let no th......Read the rest...

...I am sorry but you cannot come the elderly musician said. He liked the little cairn terrier dog, nicknamed him Friendly Fred. Friendly Fred kept following over a rickety bridge and well beyond. He......Read the rest...

...In the hot A-Ga-Ming night My wife and I skip the July 4th fireworks At the sandbar down south on long Torch Lake Start our own shoreline fire Count the red electrified dorsal fins Of the mo......Read the rest...

...The wizard will know everyone I met along the way said. Okay, I thought, for I am from Kansas and not daft in my head. I looked for the curtain as I pranced down the yellow brick road. Instead of ......Read the rest...

...The wizard will know everyone I met along the way said. Okay, I thought, for I am from Kansas and not daft in my head. I looked for the curtain as I pranced down the yellow brick road. Instead of ......Read the rest...

...RHYME SCHEME abcb Thick mist / sharp rocks cut Dense rain / strong wind whips Vast drought / weak build folds Trade boon / graft wrecks ships RHYME SCHEME aaba Thick mist / sharp rock str......Read the rest...

...The Bichon Frise The Bichon in chiffon looks so frou That the crowd duly wowed has to coo ‘Til the dog starts to droop And its owner to scoop Some acutely embarrassing doo The ......Read the rest...

...Those shrunken grey turrets throw Their distraught shadows to the wind; And in the grey twilight of ancient Beinn Chìochan... Hear you the droning sounds of Muted pipes retreating far back an......Read the rest...

...I shall not linger, tarry, where, Beneath the oaks, out of the glare, I had a dog to bury, ere I lose control, emotions flare. Among the roots, precise, with care, There was so little room to sp......Read the rest...

...Gustavo’s Rite He walked onto the harbor beach at sunset, planting a small net on a pole like a guidon, and setting soiled cloth bags around it. Alone on the beach he began his dance. Mismatch......Read the rest...

...Well that’s something new I said with a twist. A lopsided pile of dogs that went past my wrist. They are still coming down! Watch out said boy Pete. I looked to the sky, and was bombarded by feet.......Read the rest...

...The Spirits of Culloden. This is like a pilgrimage, a try tae come every year, Gather at the cairn, meet old friends, wipe away a tear. Standin on that moor, that once with blood was sodden, Pay......Read the rest...

...Majestic, barren, rock-cropped braes ascend— Arrayed, green-clad, in heather, gorse, and fern— As mid-day, misty, dark’ning clouds descend To cold-embrace each soaring tor and burn. From height......Read the rest...