Cumly Poems | Examples

I Soar

The good earth!...ahh! its beauty
sloping down to golden river’s bank,
where trout and dreamy summit play
their game, a contest of who looks
longest, passers by or the tickled fish 
and cumly eagle in her fortress nest

Yet is there a winner, who feasts off such
delight?
The latter in leaps and bounds astounds the 
cornered eye: feathered lord of  all surveyed.

Then smell the scent of  bracken on the wind….
the eagle’s feather and crafty trout’s scale 
intertwine, for pleasure and delight…no contest
to amend.

All’s well on the good earth!