Best Gambol Poems
I love many things about stunning spring
like the small fledglings taking to the wing,
as it's time for them to fly from their nest
mother nature's great, we truly are blessed!
A time for renewal and of rebirth,
as green seedlings appear through the damp earth
Tiny newborn lambs gambol in the fields,
I adore everything each springtime yields
Gold daffodils dance on a zephyr breeze,
and cherry blossoms cascade from the trees
I breathe in the scent of bluebell flowers,
which raise their heads after sudden showers
Our spirits rise after winter's dark days,
for the spring season I've nothing but praise!
Breath of Spring Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
Submitted to sonnet salutation poetry contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula
AWARDED POTD 3/12/21
03/10/21
Springtime paints such a delightful scene
Cute lambs gambol in the fields so green
Warm winds whisper through the leafy trees
Blossoms float down on a swirling breeze
Daffodils daintily dance and shake their heads
Bringing bright yellow sunshine to our flowerbeds
3rd February 2015
A woodland path in the dappled sun, hushed and quiet!
My soul is gratified as I meander midst its colorful riot!
Another glorious autumn has burst forth in all its splendor!
The Creator displays a vista no mere artist would dare render!
Gentle zephyrs stir eddies of colorful leaves along the way.
A myriad of wild flowers greet me with their brilliant display.
Trees that a short while ago offered welcome summer shade,
Now lift barren arms as if in prayer sans their leaves of jade.
Not a cloud mars the pristine blue of the Colorado sky.
A skein of geese wing southward sounding their plaintive cry.
Stately Colorado spruce 'neath which deer now gambol and browse,
Will soon have garlands of snow adorning their spreading boughs.
The shrill blare of an elk startles me from my reverie,
As he calls for a mate with his ever sovereign plea.
I pause on a nearby knoll to view yon shimmering lake,
Teeming with graceful ducks, guarded by a magnificent drake!
Foolish poets and artists have strived to portray each season.
They have tried and failed because of a very real reason.
Only He Who is the Master Artist and ruler over all,
Will ordain the beauty of the seasons, especially the exquisite fall!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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It’s the season when the countryside is renewed
When a kaleidoscope of colours can be viewed
Wearing emerald skirts, here comes stunning spring
Hark! You can almost hear the lovely bluebells ring!
Pretty pink blossom dresses the Sakura trees
It will fall like confetti on the zephyr breeze
Daffodils raise their sleepy heads in a blaze of gold
Colourful crocuses and irises are a joy to behold
Lambs gambol around in the lush green fields
I adore the stunning beauty that spring time yields
03 15 17
frisky newborn lambs
gambol on the lush green grass
black crow collects twigs
checked with HMS 5.7.5
Spring - Traditional Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Malabika Ray Choudhury
02/24/21
Written: November 17, 2025
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The orchard of my childhood
bears no fruit now—
Only the crisp quiet
of ochre leaves
gathered in the elbows
from neglected roads.
Once green with gambol, the grass
has lost to ash-threaded silver.
arthritis of its roots,
Its boughs bowed.
akin to an older man in prayer.
A wind—
Knowing—not cruel—but
filters the quiet,
rising laughter
that once clung to the bark
similar to dew.
It takes away
the etched reflections
of scraped knees,
Of sky foam dreams
into the evening twilight
location of memory
turns into mulch.
Still,
under the mulch,
Something moves.
A root
or a whisper.
We wave goodbye to winter with its ice and frost and snow
That thick blanket on the ground it has melted long ago
The icy fingers of Jack Frost now no longer feel the cold
For brighter days of spring will warm his bones so old
Dull dark days are behind us and the winter chill has passed
Spring is waiting in the wings; golden days are here at last!
Our clocks will soon spring forward and we lose an hour’s sleep
Bright crocuses and tulips through the earth begin to peep
We welcome in the spring, she is dressed in emerald green
She drapes herself on trees where new leaves can be seen
Lambs gambol in the fields oh how I love to see them play
They bounce around so happily on a warm and sunny day
Dainty daffodils dance delightfully in the zephyr breeze
Unfortunately poor hay fever sufferers now begin to sneeze!
Our days are getting longer and the sun begins to shine
Oh how I adore this time of year - our glorious springtime!
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08~13~15
I'm as free as the wind as I sway in the saddle!
I love life! There's no clutter, nothing to addle!
I give my faithful horse Wild Lightning free rein,
As we meander across God's magnificent terrain!
My pal Spooks trots ahead surveying sagebrush and crags.
I sense that he enjoys life too by the tail he wags!
I crave no roof - the wide-open range is my home.
Territorial bounds don't confine me - freely I roam!
Well-worn saddlebags contain my earthly possessions.
I don't aspire riches nor am I burdened by obsessions.
My soul abounds with wealth as I view His Creation!
Ah! The grandeur of it all! 'Tis ample compensation!
I pause on a knoll viewing the vast panorama and ponder,
The river, a lake, those snow-capped mountains o'er yonder!
In the valley a herd of pronghorn antelope gambol and play.
At dusk The Master Artist paints a majestic sunset display!
Campfire embers slowly die - Wild Lightning grazes nearby.
Spooks lies at my feet - snug in my blanket I gaze at the sky.
I anticipate being awakened by a glorious sunrise next morn,
When Wild Lightning, Spooks and I continue our vagabond bourne!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Once upon a long time,
The silence blanketed my world
Like snow covering an arctic forest.
The nooks and crannies of my days
Were filled with the wispy webs of quietude
Worked by whispering limbs
Mine was a vast tundra
Of silence
Across which great unheard herds
Of thoughts could roam
Freely, gambol and graze
Encountering nothing to disturb them
Rivulets of words
Gathered and trickled
Over the schisty shingles
Of my mind
Eons passed
But one cold, silent, snow flaked January morning
A pioneer strode manfully, meaningfully
Into my wilderness without warning.
Falling in love with all that he saw
He began to sharpen his axe.
Now the hordes of herds have all but disappeared
And the rivulets have been dammed and channelled
Into a thousand subterranean pipes
And there is TV and MTV and DVD and MP3
And my world
Is rich with sound.
hillside is ablaze
with glorious golden gorse
spring is here at last
lambs gambol in fields
meadow lush with verdant grass
rook collects dry twigs
a flash of white tail
baby bunny goes to ground
hawk flies overhead
Written when my homeland went into lockdown for the first time in March 2020 it was glorious sunshine so we walked about 8km and these were my observations
submitted on 18th April 2021 to Spring Haiku Chain Poetry Contest
All haiku 5,7,5 checked with how many syllables
Sponsored by M L Kiser
03/26/20
"Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind."
Nathaniel Hawthorne
I sneer at grandfather clock, standing in the hall,
listening as his ticking, leaves my anger spent.
I long to bind his hands and make time crawl,
and if that's considered a sin, I will never repent.
His old brass pendulum swings much too fast,
like a gossip, repeatedly wagging his tongue.
Oh, how I would love to make him gong his last
so I'd have eternal peace when his bell is wrung.
His infinite chime persists at the top of each hour
and in that moment I feel recurring pain.
I must get past the relentless echo of his power.
Headaches from his hammering drive me insane!
Not in the present, but I swear that one day soon
I'll find a way to remove his pulley and chains.
No longer will he gambol that annoying tune,
a cadenced rhythm in redundant refrain.
Time - 8 Word Challenge
Sponsored by A Dear Heart
Posted on July 3, 2020
Spring's arrived at last, she wears her green dress
as I go rambling on lush verdant hills
This season's so special I will confess
I pick some beautiful gold daffodils
their xanthic colour relieves any stress
after depressing days of winter chills
Fluffy newborn lambs gambol in the fields
I love the rebirth that spring always yields
Spring Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
NB poetic licence used ... I never pick wild flowers just ones growing in my garden
02/20/21
S-uns kisses and soft rain
P-rovokes the earth,
R-ousing shoots upwards.
I-ndelible colours burst into life,
N-ature sings to us her
G-lorious melodies.
I-nsects buzz and flutter
S-oftly between blooming blossoms.
C-rocuses brighten the world
O-rnately embroidering the ground.
M-eadow flowers quiver in the breeze
I-mploring us to be in
N-atures awakening landscape.
G-one are the scars of Winter.
S-pring is busy.
O-bediently little lambs gambol after mothers,
O-pening buds turn toward the sun.
N-ow the earth laughs.
18th March 2017
(ORIGINAL TITLE WAS STUNNING SPRING)
Dainty daffodils,
pastel hyacinths
colourful crocus,
and vibrant tulips
dance in warm sunshine
Watch little lambs
gambol and play
in lush meadows
of vibrant green
New leaves dress
naked trees,
blossom blooms
I just
adore
spring
Checked with PS syllable Counter
Spring Diminshed Hexaverse Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
Submitted to Favorite Poem Contest
Sponsored by Loo Lu
3/31/19