Fen Poems - Poems about Fen

Blurred bushes rush by Brain bends Time out far across the fens A solitary heron flaps The pterodactyl lazy loads A flyover of long strokes Of reed brushes Eels writhe A dog trotting Leaps across the dyke A wand of estuary birds Cast up from the land Coloured sand vast across the morning sky The power when it comes Succumb The trickle of Wicken...

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9/21/16 Spiderwebs Close and far from water levels continuing to ebb The skies overhead Occasionally not blue, they red Plants with broken branches and damage to the stem Some of which too sickly to mend I don't recommend Getting caught up, and copying any trend Be yourself instead And if you're struggling, take care of business, don't go to bed People killing over bread And to sever...

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Fen Blow another blow to farmers and their workers, as the wind joyously exhaused itself knocking the crops for six, drying the land of nutrients that are coughed up as prices will cause consumers to splutter as everyone to curse the damn dry wind in Spring!...

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Lashings of wild wind wipe the smile off the smug fenland fields in Spring, all geometrical order of all colours of the rainbow, with every colour of yellow; jaundice danger once in this region and others in the days before the good old National Health Service - NHS today. Today every baby tested for it...

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The soil sailed by the North Sea wind into road traffic all, as oldies remember their parents, grand parents talk of being transferred to England's little Dust Belt of the Thirties; while the fast foreign labour surprised by the gentle English weather getting annoyed with one and all, its just like home after all....

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The soil whiplashed by the 'nnoyed North-easter into the path of 'nnoyed vehicles farmed and not, as the daffodils bow in submission as is their nature, while the clever tulips...

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Esthetic arts and ample wisdom Upon a sullied fen and a gemmed kingdom Sullied fen, how filthy you are! Beauty has fled and is now afar We seek wisdom, it is to be found Not among what your grime surrounds They left the fen, how selfish within Here, the shallowness of mankind begins If only they’ve seen the glamour it holds Wisdom within, wisdom...

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