Best Bugling Poems

What talks
in
a 
plankton’s 
wriggle? 
Weaving unseen 
whirlpools, 
pitting puddles 
(soaked, a mellow, 
afternoon shine)- 
lashing and 
curling 
like 
a sleek
blade, 
cutting into 
rotten green ,...

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The Moon is almost...

Sullen skies forewarn the frozen shroud.
 Gale November winds sway bare limbed
trees, whistling in chorus with arrows of
Geese straining to steer south.

The...

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The Roosevelt Elk
The Roosevelt Elk 

A beautiful,  majestic creature, that walks with head up high with pride  that stands as tall as a...

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A slight mist of fog is caught in the act of being by the light of the early morning
sun. Sometime during the dark of night...

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Elk
   slowly walk
      grazing off open paths
         a distant bugling...

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I love to sit and watch the Roosevelt Elk for hours.  The Roosevelt Elk named for Theodore Roosevelt, it's my favorite animal in the...

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An elephant met a jellyfish on a train and admired the colours on display. Here was obviously a shard. Here was a shine. Showing a...

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The chorus of spring begins as peeper's                  ...

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Birds At The Feeder

small chittering, cheepings
winter wings brushed in Arctic air
chickadees squabble
to choose a seed
from the newly filled feeder
pecking and peeking
and picking just the right...

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There's a chill in the air and the aroma of burning leaves abounds.
The bugling of lovelorn elk is one of autumn's quainter sounds.
Trees that provided...

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Route 67 may not conjure up the romanticism of famed Route 66,
Nor does it wend its way across the country or provide you any kicks.
'Tis...

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When solitary quests for TRANQUILITY I thirst, Pikes Peak I will ascend.
Ah! The SPLENDOR of that majestic mount nothing will e'er transcend!
As I mosey amongst...

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I rise up early to breathe the crisp clean air
of winds blowing 'cross the grass wondrous and fair

Across the valley the mountains rise up high
jagged...

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See them crawling all over the ceiling
Pointing their slender anther in the air,
Their bugling eyes covered in a pound of flesh 
Waiting to plunge to...

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