Best Curlews Poems

Flaxen fields of rye and wheat
Basking in the summer heat.
The curlews haunting, plaintive cry 
In hurried flight they cross the sky.

Around the fields the hedgerows...

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Morningtide reverberates, the songstress calls,
buoyant curlews play in oceans of copious grass,
wave after wave shattering against dry stone walls,
meadows dance the rhythm of the farmers...

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Human tastes vary and so are the desperate cravings to capture the best in human ambition,
A more desperate thirst for fame, riches and for power...

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SPRING MORNING

The Bluebells hail the morning sunrise
tears of dew grace stems of green,
the valley nestles in God’s franchise
foliage awakening across the dene,
here a spring morning...

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To her family she was coy
         but truly she would be their Joy,
 a country girl from...

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As the year thunders on the autumn days begin to get shorter the nights are early,
My old dog stretches out by a blazing log fire...

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"Salvage"


Salvage the fixating salvation 
unfurling from the wreckage
of a numb world twisted inside
treasure climbs swimming 
the ladder from the deep of all things 
reaching upwards...

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How delightful is the softest sound of a clear and starry summer's night,
You may hear a moth bashing up against a cottage window pane near...

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Curlews crake against white limestone walls
Their echo shrill in the early mist 
Wake those who danced the night before
As bog sighs from heat release and...

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up on the moors, sweet love
shadows dance at dusk.
low across the purple shades
wild ponies whinny 
and snuffle steam into brown grass
while curlews cry the sun...

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Beyond my Grecian villa walls of stone
  a great bridge does cross the river’s divide,
and the Maroochy water’s gentle groan
  concentrates my mind...

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And I heard again those voices, 
 Buoyed upon a murmuring wind, 
   And oyster-catchers with their
  Distinctive, shrill-piping call;
The plaintive cries...

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Our great debate is about to start
  Over which aspect is the essential part
Of the word 'kiwi' -- Is it that strange-looking bird ...

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SUNSET


When sun goes over hill at end of day
And draws its purple veil across the sky;
When curlews settle down from work and play
And no more...

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As the year thunders on the autumn day's begin to get shorter the nights are early,
My old dog stretches out by a blazing log fire...

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