Hedgerows Poems - Poems about Hedgerows

... Birds in the cherry trees twittering their song Big fat bumblebees hum merrily along Crickets in the hedgerows chirping all together A perfect day in the month of May With perfect springtime we......

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...No! you weren’t born to be beaten raped chained to a life bloodstained ingrained with pain wordless worthless voiceless choiceless No! you can’t live being beaten raped chained to a ......

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...She still phones, though not to me. I imagine her small-talking, see her walking to the local shops with a mutual friend who sometimes phones me just to ask if she has phoned yet? Birds chatter ......

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...Quilt of rough and smooth stitched together by hedgerows stained by light and shade ......

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... Spring is painted the most vibrant yellow Magical blooms unfurl to our delight After harsh winter months, all is mellow Nature created such beautiful sight. Along hedgerows, daffodi......

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... The wind has a grip on the land. Penny Eyes, the straw man on the field cross has broken into a crooked smile, his hands flutter like dying crow wings. Trees whip the sky. Blisters app......

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... A rouged sky paints a clown's face, on a dawn rising moon. The open earth, that not closed in by brooding trees, but is as spread-out acres, where the hush and harken darken eyes and ears, ......

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...In a foreign lush green sprawling land A patchwork carpet stitched together In shades of tawny browns yellows and green Rugged rock forest and wind-swept moor Is a awe-inspiring spectacle to be s......

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...Soft shadow slippers Shuffled through the hedgerows Aimlessly ramble Sample the texture Of twilights tenor Lean against Still warm bark Dip their toes In the ripple-less lea Fill the cups O......

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...My soul seems to be hidden today. Where can it conceal itself? I thought it was always with me, Roaming the endless paths That clatter the corridors of my mind, coursing through my arteries and ......

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...is it just my age? increasingly I value winter’s soft decay those last few leaves revealing tree branches decorated with lichen rays of the low sun penetrating morning mist shining in hoa......

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...An Indian summer decamps, marches South like a defeated army. Coats are pulled out of closets, cars winterized. Wizards in long white robes hunt the moans of castaway witches. Autumn memor......

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...The utter splendour of garden life Encompassed by nature, calm and serene A sanctuary away from all that strife What a pleasure it has been! Wondrous sounds competing all around With eyes clos......

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...A Doe and deer come to my backyard. its quite a common sight in leafy suburbia. The hunters search out the deep woods to shoot at them. They are in no danger here except for ......

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.... for public domain We shed our blood among thorns and thistles, playing at war in fields and hedgerows, fighting against imagined foes; and when we fell in feigning death, we always rose to ......

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