Egrets Poems - Poems about Egrets

The golden stain of the sunshine Made the sea water shine like gold And gave egrets at the coastline The golden stain. The egrets came with their household, To make the water like their shrine, Their beaks and wings defied the cold. Young egrets stayed at the shoreline~ Their playful nature they unfold, Still gifting the twilight skyline The golden stain. Contest Title: One In Five Contest...

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I If I could share this picture with you I would, my dear writers, Beloveds - Because Earth births us again & again Long after burial, giving back, post-death Nature in majesty: birds at play in scores II I see egrets commute to & from, my abused lake, Here where plastic is king, adorning flora Even fauna, sewers overflow, trash at waters edge But egrets,...

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FOG LIKE PHANTOM STREAMS misty beauty, white ravines make mornings meaningful Acacia arboretum hold fast At the breaking before breakfast The new day, old friends, egrets...

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I Cattle Egrets have lifted my Spirits Here in Ft. Beaufort, dirty, not dirt BY choice, folk in small spaces Hide from Civilization, national mandates On Environmental Courtesies and Policies But these birds survive and thrive While feces flow from poor piping and bad human habits Making shacks (for income) in backyards In Sunny South Africa, developed nation Once basking in respect, Mandela's reputation II In cool...

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In the midst of fiery crises I miss cool, shady oases O, Fountain, spring forth your fresh water revive my land to evergreen O, Abdim's storks, will you perch my neem? O, white-feather, flaunting egrets harbingers of rain, and night croaking toads, I've missed your glad tidings again In the midst of hot desert dunes I miss monsoons and rows of sorghum demarcated by a sorrel hedge I...

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Sun rises over open sedge; soft supple light sweeps across accordion bay. White Egrets in blue skies praise another day. ...

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snowy white ten egrets congregate in a swampy field...

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Poetry is a simple ride through back road rural country side. Alive with gardens sprouting corn, white puffs of cotton being born fodder bales lazing countrified. Each turn a treasure to the eye, white egrets stalking incubi. The rolling breast of every hill, reveals a pleasured puerile; majestic hawks soar in the sky. Every mile of black twisting tar, is filled with country insular. Greening...

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