Curlew Poems - Poems about Curlew

...With clouds dispersing above Loch Ba, to where would we go? And just how far? We followed the track for more than two hours listening to birds enjoying the flowers: meadow pippit, willow warbler ......

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...The crow, a prophet in the pines, Caws a lament, a mournful chime. Is it winter's grip he fears, Or a world grown cold, with unseen tears? The curlew pipes a mournful song, Across the mar......

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...Snipe and Curlew are skating on the mist they sing of the water that sky-water which sways to their songs. Flat is this land with no coastal margins, here I am the peak of a mountain my coated......

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...On the cliff at the Worm’s Head High above the horns of the bay I see the surfers ride great waves With horses’ manes That ever fail, but never end In the strong Atlantic surge......

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...A familiar dawn of dull and sunless sky the inconstant rattle of unlocked door, which plays a backbeat to the buzz of dying fly. A breath of wind blows a high, discordant pitch; wildly rings a wi......

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...Le Courlis poussa des cris -Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal's The Curlew Cried by T Wignesan (Note d’Oodgeroo : Le courlis fut le frère d’aborigènes. Il venait trois nuits de suite pour po......

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...Lake Wollumboola is intermittent. A coastal dune lagoon, enclosed by berm of sand. Its basin a drowned creek-scoured depression. This tiny lake is perched above high tide, vulnerable. Its surviva......

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...Moon peeped through the treetops, tiptoed to a window, knocked softly and hushed to keep his promise. ‘Chuck, chuck, chuck, ' a gecko wished; a bat dropped an oozing mango and fl......

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...You were neither a destroyer nor a preserver like Shelley’s west wind. You were a native signal to harvest the taro and tapioca. You were a swing for the shore, and my soul too. You we......

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...The curlew’s trademark, long down curved bill Delves deep in mud, belly to fill Heath and moorland breeding ground Mating calls eerie sound And then chicks arrive Oh how they thrive ......

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...life without love was how nature planned it instinct was the way instinct was the way was how nature planned it life without love symbiosis when two become partners instinctive fo......

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...As if To remind me Of past sorrows, The plaintive cry of a curlew In the distance. W.A. CHOLT . COPYRIGHT Fergal O Reilly. 2017.......

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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 Twitcher, or just an obs......

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...And I begin my own steep climb into The Chalkland Downs Where none but stiff blast and Continous drone, Warbli......

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...Me a bush stone curlew, And this is my fond view— There's none whoso like me In all space, land and sea, An if one does exist, Bird it be, be it beast, Reflection of mine is, And oh dear, I lo......

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