Best Placesmorning Poems
A new day awakens in a bonnie Scottish Glen
As I await the morning sunshine peeking over the Ben
Standing at the door of my centuries old croft
The wild fern's arise as the rays makes them loft
A calming soothing trickle delights my morning ears
Meandering through purple heathers as it's done for many years
Hooded crows show their presence, then silence in quietness fall
In timid look they perch, as they hear a Golden Eagles call
The baaing of the sheep resonate from down the Glen
Freedom to roam they are in the land of crofting men
Above the sun now shines amidst a sky of Saltire blue
This land of clans and tartans, through my eyes you'll see my view
Upon the grass I sit, as I marvel at my surrounds
And my desire for a maiden, to share my Highland grounds
A mid morning stroll I take to absorb just where I am
I start thinking to myself, "aye I'm one of Alba's sons"
Nature poetry about the Louisiana bayou.
It's a good morning in the bayou,
as a breathtaking view of dawn's light breaking out.
Beaming rays of sun spilling all about.
The morning fog is gone and darkness washed away.
A spider spins a web of silver gleeming on display.
A mockingbird sings a bayou tune.
The rustle from the tree reveals a raccoon.
Under the pines, a snake shed it's skin.
Wild ducks soar above in the bayou wind.
It's a good night in the bayou,
as a breathtaking view of moonlight shining down.
A mole is tucked away in it's mound.
I hear a busy beaver construction sound.
Shotguns crack the stillness and set birds in flight.
Boats drop their nets by moonlight.
Crickets chirping notes of song.
Alligators creeping along.
Silkworms spin silk into a cocoon.
High above shines the big bayou moon.