Capistrano Poems - Poems about Capistrano

...Written By: D. Collins 10/25/24 Don't pitch to a pitcher, they know how the ball drops. What spin is upon it, to put it out the park. ......

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...I re: egret forsaking gull friend where, heron eye twitter Fictional account related courtesy one pink flamingo. Aves lusting for verboten tweet reed lubricious sin after giving Twiggy anot......

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...There was an old lady Who flew like a swallow. She weight sixty pounds ‘Cuz her bones were hollow. She flew through the air Wherever she went. She slept in a tree And didn’t pay rent. One unl......

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...“Springtime” The dark days of winter have passed The snow gone at last. The cold, a memory forborne. As the Earth awakens Will the meadows turn green? Will the bluebirds sing? Will the......

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...Ye lovers of song, musically inclined, Sing loud, Sing now, All the birds of the earth are listening while we sing all over the world. Sing like ...the mockingbird where the weeping will......

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...Like so, our fingers gently entwine We are in Capistrano again Gazing at young swallows perched on boughs... The perpetual murmur of reeds finds me Entranced by gerberas as they Unwrap yellow ......

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...I wanted to see sailing ships again so I went to Dana Point last week to revisit the Brig Pilgrim, gift from Denmark to the United States honoring Henry Richard Dana’s voyage around Cape Horn in 1......

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...Mission jewel seen near ocean's close shore. Place where white gulls fly and breaking waves roar. Tiled roofs, colonnades all make a fine tour. Show birds nesting Babies resting Priest are chant......

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...Points Above and Below the Line (Enea Canonises Catherine of Siena) It's not a thing we go for any more, that hierarchy malarkey, but in fact the medieval mind set mega store by stairs and ......

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...When sunset bows amidst the hilltops, My warble coos on fields; And through the ever- glowing night This womb of nest I keep, Where flappers reel like tints of sky A mix of white and cob......

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...I've ventured far from Indiana, the home soil of my birth, To many exotic and exciting places all about this earth. I've seen majestic Mount Fuji from the Kanto Plain of Tokyo. But I'd rather marv......

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...Across the road from new truck sales Lay a yard filld with trucks that died These vehicles' voice offer tales Once on them a trucker relied They thought that he would be companion Their eternal guid......

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...Pre-received, by some to be, A bit of a shallow fellow indeed. I followed the swallows down the road to San Juan Capistrano In search of a better life for me. Better a sight there, did I ......

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