Beaver Poems - Poems about Beaver

If you think ants are busy, you should seek Barry the beaver living down by Chesapeake Gnawing down trees with every tooth in his head Barry works twenty-four seven and will ‘til he’s dead....

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Beaver, mole or platypus? It waddles like all three. I watch the creature scoot along, wild, weird and free. If she pauses along the way to leave some tiny eggs down I will call her Platte City Platypus, named for my uncle’s town....

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If I was a beaver, I would build a dam Filling each room with beans and ham Installing near each entrance a hidden cam Inspiring a waterway traffic jam I would hole up with my cousin Sam And possibly my neighbor we call Glam We would cut down trees with a loud bam As we added rooms to our glamourous dam...

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coppery polish ravenous iron jaws yawn ~ beaver befuddled (November Full Moon – Algonquin) ...

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Both fell in love with Beaver Isle A plot was bought close to the lake Their house was built in rustic style This house a home they planned to make. A plot was bought close to the lake With a clear view and facing East So eyes on amber dawns could feast. Their house was built in rustic style With rugged charm,...

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Ode to a Beaver I watch the beaver gnaw the tree And see its place in history. Cursed with a luxurious pelt Sought after by European furriers. That led to the slaughter of the species From which a nation was conceived. Like a virus invasion out of control, Its numbers decimated and habitat destroyed. We humans can be a cruel lot, Killing for pleasure and...

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Let's view the moon together I'll stand behind you here I'll put my arms around you And whisper in your ear I'll wrap my coat around us It won't be cold inside I'll tell you little somethings To tuck away and hide Inside the chambers of your heart Where they will live and thrive I'll tell them to you every day For as long as...

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water squatter...

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Can this thing go any faster? At this rate, we’ll all be left behind Cheers to our philosophy of this could be our “perfect disaster” Running power lines through empty cities It felt like we could take on the world if we wanted to I miss those feelings fading, fading How could something so real slip...

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rain-splattered waters burbles in rising river ~ beaver trims rudder...

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In the sylvan sewers of Fritchy's tombie the Pottawattamie beavers play deep beneath the verdant pastures where dead skunks and possum lay Circling skyward glowing wierdly jackal-birds sharpen their nails those brainless fowl still don't get it Pottawattamie leave no...

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The wedding cake beaver with a cha cha cha Down New Orleans way, danced the Mardi Gras. We said “don’t tell us he’s coming this way, Ma.” She nodded and said “Better tell your pa.” When the wedding cake beaver comes your way. It means there is going to be a wedding day. We were eight and six and scared now...

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“Hi Eagle, loonie for your thoughts?” “Hey Beaver, what made them choose you for a national animal?” “I’m a symbol of perseverance and strength, persistence and hard work, eh.” “Oh I see, I thought it was their sense of humor.” “Well Eagle, we’re dam funny too. Care for a timbit?” “What in the world is a timbit?” “It’s like donut holes...

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dam building ferret wait is that a beaver then tail slaps water...

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frigid forest lake magnet for snowstorm crystals beaver warm in den...

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