Hoodoos Poems - Poems about Hoodoos

... A tsunami of black ash blankets half a world Trash toadstool hoodoos, wastelandic pillage and pollutant mucus ravishes lava villages Draining is the amalgam mass at the end of the spectrum......

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...Dusty roads take me out To the furthest reaches - To places not thought of Way off highway stretches - To the rocky vales where A lonely thrasher calls And scarcely people hear H......

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...Whitestone Hoodoos Near where I live, just up the hill above the airport, is a place of mystery and wonder, a place wizards might once have dwelled, or young warriors wandered in search......

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...That's The Blues Sing me some songs that'll break my heart Tell me tales of love torn apart Break me down from my head to my shoes 'Cause Baby - That's the Blues. You said you'd love me 'til......

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...With winter’s end, Spring and Summer arrive; the pond’s ice is out and turtles sun on logs. Robins and their young bounce across the lawn, hunting for worms and grubs just under the soil. The day......

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...Timber growing up the mountain roots in silver and gold soil The Indian Queen Mining Company lines shafts of western red cedar, Westerner views hoodoos Painted Desert traveling to mine’s branch Po......

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...Hankering hordes of hungry hovering hawks haunt hoodoos in Utah. Underfed California condors cruise canyon cataracts for corpses. Nesting, starving swallows swiftly search for slime and straw in S......

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...Who knew that "Hoodoos" were here Where 50 million year old totems appear? An 1875 find by Ebenezer Bryce, Sandstone spires that engage and entice. Human shaped pinnacles of sediment stone Ascending from canyo......

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...Wandering through the badlands of the great south western plains I happen upon a great assembly of fairy spires, other worldly wonders of rocky pinnacles that dot the high desert landscape. S......

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...ON PREDICTIONS ( by S.Jagathsimhan Nair) What paths and brambled brooks I passed to halt In this corny beat, to question my salt What transcends this sum and what spills over This re......

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...Oh strange, strange land. The physics do not fit. The cord of interstate wends, Through this place of upside-down rocks. I climb down from the truck, And wind and sand and sun and secrets Ru......

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