Best Rookery Poems

Pelican Bay


My rookery home

                Nursery rocks    ...

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As dawn starts to streak across the sky
heralding in the new born day.
Feisty rooster already perched on the wall
giving forth with all his might, he...

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All is still in deceptions abyss,
Beneath fathoms deep, aquatic,
Wolves are on the hunt.
Stealth predators unseen, unheard,
Hanging on the fringe of detections,
Outer limits.
In plain black and...

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canopy uproots
lies upon the undergrowth...
breeding rookery

 © Harry J Horsman 2022...

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Twas a dark knight, 
whence there came a pawn the hushed crowded movie house
A phantom of horror sprung out of the rookery that wrought deadly...

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A restless night, another hum-drum day,
Resolve to take a pleasurable walk;
I make my way towards St Mary’s church.
Across the street, a sixteenth century home –
Maltravers...

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The wolves do lope high and free
in mountainous trails and her masonry
the hallowed wood and rocky clefts
hold the dens of their hidden nests
Golden eyes pierce...

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"Simon Edy, known as Old Simon, (1709-18 May 1783) was a London beggar who may have served as an inspiration for a popular nursery rhyme....

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The robin sings, the dawn awakes.
Jenny Wren sings so much louder!
All wildlife rises to face the day.

The sun, nights respite, warms the day.
The dawn chorus...

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My memories took flight from Spring's rookery,
Nurtured by Summer's warm seas and
Trade winds steady under dynamic skies,
Reinforced by Autumn's harvest and happenstance

Pray my memories remain...

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Hark the skylark sings o'er meadow.
Sings or fights to let rivals know;
the robin claiming territory.
Sings his claim, his sincerity.
	A blackbird cock sings his claim so.

The...

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more often than not, a knightly surge
     combs a pawn me,
     especially after the stroke of midnight,...

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One day I'll drive there.
On the way
I'll tell my wife about the Modoc woman,
who lived outside the city
above a sea lion rookery.

She taught me a...

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You are a lustful Pharisaic shark, who feeds voraciously from the sea of corruption.

You turn your soul away from the righteousness of God's ordinance, and...

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When I get to the Redwoods,
I’ll look for her clapboard home
above a sea-lion rookery.
I will seek out
her twelve-year-old Ford truck,
her briny patch of hand-reared garden,
her...

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