Long Cygnets Poems

Yvonne was very, very, very happy.
She loved her mother.
She loved her brother Phillip.
And she loved swans.
Oh, did she ever love swans!

She loved the way they looked
With their smooth, fluffy feathers,
And colorful beaks of orange, yellow...

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“Cygnets usually begin leaving the habitat when they begin to turn their eventual adult coloring. Once the feathers and wings mature (approximately 8-10 months of age) the parents will no longer recognize the cygnets as...

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Our boat is first to slice
The green snake skin of Clam Lake
This Saturday morning in May

Heading east to the mouth of Grass River
Where angry Pike still hunt from shallows
Before the Milfoil grows to summer impossible

My...

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Upon the lakes they do swim gliding so effortlessly   
These species of graceful waterfowl the largest of anatidae family
In their beautiful pure white plumage with elegant long curved necks
Blunted beaks and big webbed...

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swan
                              you glide
   ...

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I will never forget our very first mating ritual,
some swans species are done in seconds . . .
but ours went on for over an  H O U R   !
   ...

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wildflower meadow
as tall as a muntjac
cuckoo cuckooing
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farmers haymaking
grasshoppers stridulating
don't touch a stinkbug
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wood admiral glides
honeysuckle its host plant
humid the hot nights
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warm is the river
fish rising leaping for flies
life seeking cool shade
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inverted swimmers
water boatmen taking in air
cygnets...

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The trees are in their summer gowns and the woodlands are lush and green.
Under the summer sunshine the water mirrors the azure sky, and on the still
water, among the stones and reeds drift many swans....

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At Nobody’s funeral no guests appeared
No priest came to serve the last rites
No one sent flowers, no one volunteered 
To carry the coffin outside 
So what’s about funeral, is it a hoax?
It does seem like...

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On a nest of reeds, that soften like hay
She sits and she waits, so patiently
Perched upon those giant eggs swans lay
Unconcerned by the moorhens approach so blatantly
Awaiting the adorable cygnets emergence, their soft fur so...

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I am a cob swan and I grace the lake
With my pen, who is my lifelong soulmate
Soon the cutest young cygnets will emerge
A major attraction upon the earth.

Have a stride beside the tulips with me
A...

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Swans so gracefully gliding o'er lake
Delightful scenery they create 
Dressed all in white feather finery
True beauties of the lake dynasty.

Falling in love with love forever
Swan mates dance on water together
Singing a swan lake song as...

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We walk alone, towards the sight
There are the fragrant roses bright,
Bees sip nectar, queen kisses drone.
Towards the sight, we walk alone.

In our old age, we hail flowers.
Grown tall after the last showers:
Tulips and bluebells are...

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A quiescent misty lake in center of hillock, 
surrounded in soundless old oak trees. 
Sheen of mercury looks ethereal in sunbeam,
blue headed kingfishers, in sly glances skim.
silvery air sparkling in splash of wildflowers,
a frescoed terrain...

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Still brook reflects the morning silver light
damselflies play chase between the reeds
dun cygnets now awash in virgin white
as through the mist a new dawn slowly bleeds.

Bare branches splay, verdant in gloves of green
pink blossom proudly...

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Perched upon the harbour wall on a dusky summer night
From the corner of my eye I spied a wonderous sight
A graceful pure white swan with four cygnets in a line
This image was so wonderful; it...

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