Best Peewit Poems

Stood here, alone, at the very edge, as quiet 
   Morning breaks;                               ...

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The Summer of Nineteen Sixty

Lying on a blanket by the loch side on a summer’s day
I close my eyes and listen to the quiet.
I hear the slap, slap of the small wavelets lapping on the pebbles and
The plop of some brave fish as he twists...

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drunken dive bombers

                                 peewit lapwings courtship play

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drunken dive bombers

                                 peewit lapwings courtship play

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