Grebe Poems - Poems about Grebe

...weed covers the pond- a crested grebe dives for treasure NOTE-HI-KU is any English language variation on the Japanese haiku......

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...A Tango on the Lake When Hooded Grebe are wooing a mate Magic’s made in tangoes on the lake Lovebirds perform synchronised in tune Bewitched beneath a bedazzling ......

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...Poems about Poets VII Gallant Knight by Michael R. Burch for Alfred Dorn and Anita Dorn Till you rest with your beautiful Anita, rouse yourself, Poet; rouse and write. The world is not re......

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...Regardless of how you paint the reason for the season (or ignore it), I hereby invite you to join me in a call for/wish for/thought for/prayer for/(insert your word here: ____ for) Peace on Ear......

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...(A little poem written at a research station) Adventurous cottagers challenge blue waters They feel as homely as the gulls screaming ‘mine!’ With white sails they traverse the great blue horizon......

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...There’s an old river course with beginning and end, now the river runs straight without this river bend, where the water is still and the reeds do grow strong. New life has taken over in a billabo......

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...Come on in again...! Let's go straight and sail In the bluewatered lakes, In the far Australian coasts; And nest in the waving water With the floating ......

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...As they were sailing ‘cross the ocean deep They watched the sunrise and the diving grebe. When up in the top, the lookout did spy A storm advancing, with his weather eye. The helmsman heeded the wo......

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...One day I will shoot you Grebe so what is so great about you? You sit so still and proud with ......

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...At noon we sat down under a large old oak tree on a wild hillside with masses of rocks, The day was very warm and I took off my knapsack and rested by the foot of an old tree, Below was a spread of......

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...I am the prize catch I live in an artificial lake fed by a nappe phréatique I was put there to keep lesser fish: carp from taking up too much space I live to be caught a......

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...weed covers the pond- a crested grebe dives for treasure a puffed up firecrest alights upon our smoke tree a dawn delicacy- the mistlethrush's everyday grub out of the nest- the fledg......

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