Goshawks Poems - Poems about Goshawks

...A shadow runs across a meadow a hawk above me on a cloudless day. A high prescience for a moment overhanging a far heaven. It is not stooping or diving, not reaching or snatching, it is not ......

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...I traversed a craggy Scottish moor, Where morning mists, rolled o’er, the soft undulating ground, smelling of peat, Gave way to a rocky path beneath my feet, A screeching sound I heard, f......

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...Indigenous forest so awash with trees. Leaves strum a tune in the cool Autumn breeze. Rustling rowans and galloping ash. A rustic blanket for a well trodden path. Plum tinged foliage,fleet of f......

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