Long Nuthatches Poems

Ghosts of Christmas Past

I do not fear the ghosts
of my Christmas past.
My yearly visit with each one
is a gift
a present
for this one day

I drive out to Lantzville Beach
and bring my dog along
My mother loved dogs...

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Doctor Fell taught at University Park, like stars gather for enlightenment;
And was stern, diligent and upright, like pink cactus bloom environments.

He was dedicated to his striving students, although strict about lessons;
And there were penalties for...

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The feeders were empty, dejected, forlorn.
The lady who filled them had suddenly gone.
Her time here now ended, she wakened no more:
Gone from her gardens, departed her door.
 
This little much mattered to birds on the...

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Through a dining room window in the house
I meet various friends on daily basis
Their entertaining spirit is huge
The joy they give to me is plentiful

All I do is, offer them some seeds
Paying numerous morning and...

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If I am not here to see
Let him in, my little chickadee
If the bell rings twice it’s a pair
Don’t shut them out, its’ not fair

If I don’t hear this little bird
He’ll fly away, not leaving...

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enter… find nature
Boultham Park hides its wonders
flora and fauna

hedgerows… privet…
hawthorn… laurel.. woodland walks
lake bank side vistas

siskins… goldcrests… gems
sparrowhawks… if your lucky
sneaky brown rats too

floating treasures… ducks
mallard… tufted… goosanders
widgeon… on good days

nuthatches… winter…
feeding stations… eye candy
great…...

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For the accountant, the librarian, on this cold day
there is no revelation. He will go his own way
to the roar of the tinnitus in his ears.
About our war what is there to say. Yesterday
a flock...

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Summer skies are colorful delights
As fireflies light up our warm nights
The full moon shines clear and bright
A relaxing, peaceful and serene sight

Goldfinches, and nuthatches are out
Happily eating seeds and dancing about
As crows and hawks circle...

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The little house mouse said, “Isn’t it a shame,
How the tufted titmouse has stolen our good name?”
The titmouse could not refrain as she shook her pointed crest
To answer in disdain, “You’re nothing but a pest!”

“The...

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To lose our songbirds would be so tragic,
for their tunes hold a special magic.
And nature’s music unburdens the heart, 
providing ebbing souls with a jumpstart.

The robin's chirp heralds the melting snow,
as the goldfinch serenades the...

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They say Tuesday's child is full of grace
I would say that it's a disaster.
There are two events I don't embrace
That make Tuesday a glum downcaster.

Tuesday's the day, in most of the States
When they hold primary...

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