Best Wagtails Poems

Mid morning in the now leafy white poplar, tall and symmetrical,

four flashing light and dark magnificent magpies tea leaf, steal the 

mannerisms of tinier wagtails...

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...inspiration from 'Preludes' by T.S. Eliot


Loose leaves rustle. 
The grey light of evening dips and sways. 
Evening birds bleat
their lonely tattoo. 
Gone are the jays...

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Sparkling little star,

So much you warm my heart,

A little girl in pigtails

Made of sugar and spice,

But enticed with snails and mice

And puppy-dog wagtails

When you sing...

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After the snow and the thaw set in, the bigger birds banished all the little ones to the 
higher branches of the trees as they...

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Birdwatcher

This passionate, keen Ornithologist, 
Is an interest, I profoundly pursue. 
With the upmost of dedication, 
To Black Tern & Long Billed Curlew. 
 
Never a...

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When
'The Arrow Of God' is
'No Longer At Ease'
'Things Fall Apart'
'The Voice' of
'The Enemy Within' 
'Whispers At Dawn' saying
'Weep Not Child' as
'The House Boy' named
'Maru' looks...

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When
The Arrow Of God is
No Longer At Ease
Things Fall Apart
The Voice of
The Enemy Within 
Whispers At Dawn saying
Weep Not Child as
The House Boy named
Maru looks...

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The verdant leaves
of the cherry trees
rustle as a wagon
loaded with corn
rides deeper into the wide ruts
of a rustic road,
hungry ruminants wallow
by a limpid lake;
cheerful kids...

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My friends come dine with me, while nature writes its poetry. 
Corn, maize, sunflower seeds, bread, nuts and fruit for all 
your needs. A bowl...

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In the twilight, 
Eilat, seems deserted, some Antofagasta,
Chile's North, before my eyes.	
Bordering Jordan not far, there,
where the  hills are tinted  in blueish-grey,
at the...

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The waterfall splashes,
gushing from a
mossy hill that
drops small rocks;
it doesn't dribble
as on winter
days seeping into
grass that's dry.
Soon the waterfall
becomes a stream,
where ravens rest
to sip its...

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...inspiration from 'Preludes' by T.S. Eliot


Loose leaves rustle. 
The grey light of evening dips and sways. 
Evening birds bleat their lonely tattoo. 
Gone are the...

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The Wagtails gathered before sunset,
Dancing their olive steps
Around treetops,
And chatting like teenagers
At an auditorium.
 
The sky, dreaming
Of dusk at its sapphire edge
Played with the palm...

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Loose leaves rustle. 
The gray light of evening dips and sways 
and night closes in. 
Gone are the jays and the wagtails, 
the harbingers of...

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The golden leaves fall off
the cherry trees groping 
on the steep cliff,
the tall marabous lament...diving
in dark, shallow waters 
their racous cry announce
the arrival of winter...

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