Crawdads Poems - Poems about Crawdads

...Toddlers' Exploration: Cardboard drum, a thunderous beast, Playful roars in tiny fists and feasts. Fleeting wings glide, dreams just out of reach, Soaring through tales of barnyard Wadd......Read the rest...

...I stand Standing upon the emerald landscape posture stiff and still Eyes like black holes devouring the space around me Glass horse galloping, prisms exploding through the plainlands Time pas......Read the rest...

...Where do crawdads hide buried in muddy creek banks living the good life......Read the rest...

...I remember running into the woods free spirit no worries picking berries from the vine eating peaches plucked from the tree catching crawdads in the creek taking in the smells of nature......Read the rest...

... "Autumn leaves don't fall, they fly. They take their time and wander on this their only chance to soar." - Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing I’ll loose myself in an autumn st......Read the rest...

...Leaving the train left us rattled braising sounds abruptly heightened my senses measured completely beneath sullen moments within quiet calmness thee essence of West Virginia the hidden for......Read the rest...

...“Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.” Owens, Delia. Where the Crawdads Sing, Chapter 17: “Crossing the Threshold” (p. 124). <>...Read the rest...

...“Autumn leaves don't fall, they fly. They take their time and wander on this their only chance to soar.” Quote By: Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing Crisp swift wind whistle clear, autumn ......Read the rest...

...Let’s keep on learning* amidst reading glow Kindled by wondrous interest to grow Radiating wisdom along knowledge flow To vanquish ignorance and folly’s blow. Led by guiding light of tr......Read the rest...

...Golden rays filter through rustling red leaves Oscillating fall colors to rhythms of evening Amid sounds exotic as animals roam freely Deep into wilderness, where rare birds sing, Where trees gro......Read the rest...

...When the leaf falls from a dying tree in the brisk autumn breeze, It seems to sprout wings like a fledgling that spreads its wings and sets off from its nest to explore the wide expanse of the ......Read the rest...

...7. “Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.” Owens, Delia. Where the Crawdads Sing, Chapter 17: “Crossing the Threshold” (p. 124). ......Read the rest...

...7. “Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.” Owens, Delia. Where the Crawdads Sing, Chapter 17: “Crossing the Threshold”......Read the rest...

...I say, go far past where the crawdads sing, explore and sample this beautiful ball. It matters not the baggage you may bring. The Earth is big, but you can begin small. Just remember, her magic w......Read the rest...

... “Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.” Owens, Delia. Where the Crawdads Sing, Chapter 17: “Crossing the Threshold” (......Read the rest...