Best Red Deer Poems

In antler duel
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Spring came back today
With sunshine and sliver clouds
Over the forest's frindge

Red deer celebrate the day
Grazing on shiny fresh green...

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A raging river tenaciously floods
Tannins and silts combine to dark blood

A hut, just fifty metres, occupying their sight
Two men, cold and wearied, stuck for the...

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Amongst the oaks and the maples and shrubbery so green
Runs a translucent flow, a stream so pristine
It's meandering contours hugging the land
Takes me back to...

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The Dune on the Rock
    where fine grains of time     
gradually slip
revealing footprints
of lost vertebrates:

an archaic 
human being...

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It is Monday, today is pay the bills and light shop.
All this after we have been for the morning run.
The dogs are always keen, they...

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Walk along the leafy paths dappled with shade
turn over a rock or two and watch the scurrying
as little insects scatter looking for some covering
finding it...

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I was renowned as Chief Buffalo Chips, a great leader of many tribes.
I was given that pathetic name by my father resulting in a heap...

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I came from a land of redneck drinkers, who mounted deer heads on walls without sheetrock. It was a simpler time. You shot or hooked...

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Adventures of Robin Hood and his Merry Men.

               No1.

 Robin’s Thick...

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Darkened skies 
That cloaks the night, slowly fade away
And the melodic songs of birds, are heard
Heralding a bright new day
 
As the earth begins to...

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Imagination 
Pre down borealis that had flashed through
the dark blue night sky had disappeared . 

A light at the ridge a few stray sunrays lit...

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Pretty am I in this forest of green
Appreciate my eyes for I've seen what I've dreamed
Not that long ago when I was a little girl
What...

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The iridescent raven perched upon pilings
By just one lake in Friesland's beautiful wetland outings

His golden beak and orange legs with claws set off
Against black feathers...

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Across the River, West 'tis that 
at the cliffs & clefts of Victoria above
blackish waters slick as Legislation, of Verrazzano
& not-so-merried ferries, the promontory sits...

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