Forager Poems - Poems about Forager

...bird feeder pole snapped in two suet cakes gone-border collies barking large furry forager departed- sated ......

Continue reading...

... A lonely scarecrow in the meadow never stopped a forager So when the sun shined down on them myriad wildflowers adored her ......

Continue reading...

...I am the hawk, the falcon, the eagle circling the skies, swooping with the winds that roar through gold and carmine canyons. I soar to hunt, to pursue, to feed. Gliding on ageless current......

Continue reading...

...I want to taste the new ruffled orange mushrooms Lilly Watt said. they are known as “chicken of the woods” on oak trees not dead. shaggy ink caps were jealous, as were bioluminescent blues. faerie......

Continue reading...

...Imagine me the creature in broad daylight with green metallic crest as I flaunt a copper plumage wild and free whilst feathering my nest native of the Himalayan range I scale the sun drenched m......

Continue reading...

...The moveable feast Free food for the forager Weeds for the foolish Nettles that sting you are nettles that can feed you Praise the forest fare Flowers to fauna mother nature’s larders fu......

Continue reading...

...Bloody leftist a wrist tuck crat! Fingers of left hand cried freedom, detached themselves and declared mutiny gesticulating thumb thing awful, than furiously haughtily prancing, skittering, zi......

Continue reading...

...UTOPIA Land of endless time Dreams of infinite range Sweet, succulent, fine A city without age UTOPIA Shinning in expansive glory A lighthouse for weary souls, Rid of war’s flashing gory, ......

Continue reading...

...Death is Not the Living’s Fear Is there life before the dying Or preparation for the end? Solitary gauntlet dash Predetermined dust and ash? Leveraged buyout of a soul Darkened light of fin......

Continue reading...

...Idolized by pharaohs, monarchs and kings; Bird of the wetlands, marshes and swamps. Interesting forager with long bill and stilted long legs; Sacred icon of the dynasties of yore.......

Continue reading...

...I am jumping on a trampoline doing a waltz of wrapping nothing and an explanation will come handy to explain the I do not care the christmas tree of like better the thanks giving not involving b......

Continue reading...

...a flower I am not a contest I do not enter I am a free spirit to share the world of knowledge and a life for a moment the wrench of eyes dropping tears a nose to smell the wonder of bloom as th......

Continue reading...

...The things we bury within our mind like a ravenous forager returning a find all the cracks between our multiple side along with the secrets we try to hide drowning in illusory shames false tide resp......

Continue reading...

...A final song to sing Life is getting hard Not a thing you can do Day dreaming Thinking of what tomorrow may bring you One more song to sing Voice of an asylum forager Choice to become a cul......

Continue reading...