Best Spied Poems

I be a common salty once
          no captain's bars, did bear
     ...

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I have never seen a flower blush when I took it's hue
and held it there a prisoner captive to my view.

I have always heard the...

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We buried him under the large yew tree,
We all wore thick face masks as they should be.
The shade of the green yew tree was pleasant.
Yet...

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Like violets were her eyes when first I spied
the lady with a sweet child’s face who peeked
at me from bushes that she stood beside,
alluring Lilah,...

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When Love Found Me

What a wonderful, magical surprise!
Sometimes love arrives in disguise.
I never saw this coming,
never anticipated such an awesome blessing.
I was at the right...

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Its delicate wings no longer wet, it stretched well,
And flew up high holding onlookers in its spell.
Round and around it danced over the eerie pond
All...

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The tears well up, and scarce could she not moan
When father, brother, husband, all have died.
She now has no possessions, neither home,
But travels to a...

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PART 1:          THE MEETING

Alone one night neath lantern light, I trudged a weary mile.
Forlorn, I went...

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Rodents can be loquacious
That includes your average gerbil
They love to prattle, chat and blather
They really are quite verbal

Hamsters are talkative too
Just as garrulous as can...

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Inspired by "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud," by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a leaf that falls,
unmourned, to the distant ground
I paused when I...

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He grabbed me up from where I lay, peaceful in the sun, 
with my brothers and my sisters round about me. 
I felt four digits...

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Where lilacs bloomed, I spied a brown-haired child.
She, riveted by what was in her book,
did not see me! She wore a wistful look.
I guessed her...

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On a pleasant Sunday morning,
beside a river in a park,
I went strolling in the city,
in the dawn just after dark.
Every bench; any haven,
slept a host...

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Ellie was just three months old,
When she was brought to our sanctuary,
A safe haven was our fold.
She was an orphan, her mother,
Her sister, her aunt,...

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Come, winter, once again,
the way you came to me when I was young,
and with a handsome boy as we took a little stroll
along a country...

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