Long Plovers Poems

Our lusty voice was in the tramp of narrow, winding,
     Scree-littered, deep-rutted roads;     
 Ravens, uttering guttural croaks, slow-wheeling above      
 ...

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All that does encompass bespeaks wonder in everything
bubbling brooks and waterfalls does your glory ring
terrestrial and celestial ever fill our eyes with seeing
how can not it's splendor not fill our very being
 
raindrops in waters...

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As the year thunders on the autumn days begin to get shorter the nights are early,
My old dog stretches out by a blazing log fire only turning over when he's too hot,
Arthritis is slowing him...

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As the year thunders on the autumn day's begin to get shorter the nights are early,
My old dog stretches out by a blazing log fire only turning over when he's too hot,
Arthritis is slowing him...

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BIRD WATCHERS! 
I’m sure you’ve sen them out in nature…with their binoculars glued to their eyes….
pointing…waving…jumping up and down as if they’re constantly surprised!

They often dress alike…they flock together…filled with a shared one-love…
For years I...

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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...

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I will watch the sunrise and the moon set
I will taste oysters and reap mint
I will harvest vegetables from the farm stand

I will live as an orphan adopted
finding joy in rain and in snow

I will...

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SONG OF THE EVENING

In a lullaby song of the evening.
In the background a cricket sings, 
corellas fly past, to their resting tree
high upon silhouette wings.

Red sky widens and covers the west
with half sun glowing and...

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It’s time for concealing in hides and in nooks,
with a a ledger; glasses; camera, and books, 
spend hours with patience in salt bush or long grass,
in hope there’s a moment, one cannot let pass.
 
Creeping...

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The lake was then dry, not even dank,
The tortoise himself had grown lank.

The fox had departed the field,
Since the scorching sun was no shield.

The geese, like the plovers before,
Voyaged to some hills of galore.

Tortoise who...

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Santa Barbara, Summer 2017

Monday
I walked on the bluffs above the sea.
Orange poppies bloom in the dunes.
I discovered
the labyrinth:
smooth stones spell the path.
Peaceful pilgrimage.

Tuesday
Walked on the beach and smelled:
Tar from the oil seeps,
fennel,
coastal sage,
eucalyptus.
And, of course,...

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Written: June 24, 2023
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Soft waves embrace the clean seashore.
Caressing the sands we once walked before.
Leaving footprints imprinted on the land,
A memory crafted by nature's loving hand

The shore, a canvas of dreams,
Where sand castles stand tall,...

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Written: June 29, 2023
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Cockle, two hooves clung over a hundred brothers.
You discovered unmatched comfort such as no other.
An awl compiled your flight of stairs to a dynasty.
A lasting legacy of resilience and strength to foresee.

A...

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Hand in hand with the breaking pink light of dawn, 
A light east breeze dances on tiptoes upon the water’s surface. 
I stand on the wooden deck, looking out onto the quiet bay,
Scattered boats gently...

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Fingers of light pierced the clouds caressing the moors
with life giving warmth, purples, browns and greens of
heathers mingled, blended, in a union of beauty. Yellow
of gorse splashed in the sultry, hazy spectre of natures
superb canvas....

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The atmosphere rings with the bell like calls
of the plover flock, long before they are spotted.
The flight herringbones a grey fedora sky.
Markings of white and coal black weave,
wing-stitched, a blanket maker’s dream.

Sigh makers 	they close...

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Next to where I work where they make electric cars
Where they used to make gasoline powered cars and trucks
near where groves and groves of orchards once grew
The small birds now nestle their young like penguins
in...

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The beach gathers its dead. Thousands of horseshoe crabs
come home on the full moon’s tide. Their courting dances, 
scrawled with claw and carapace in the wet sand, leave
with the ghost hands of nursing Autumn wave.

Their...

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I fritter my time away as I sat on a bench.
In front of me was a large pond with an alcove
Where three upside dolphins spout water
To keep the pond full of green filtered liquid.

The water...

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The mist hangs low. No panic though,
no cause for distress, just mustard - and cress
adorns the forest floor, no roar, just the soaring 
of woodcock, no shock of the dead, just the red
of poppies on...

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Seven Birds in Spring


Sparrow in late snow
Gathers straw to make her nest
Afraid to be last.

A dash of swallow
Almost faster than the songs
Of Spring returning.

Baby birds chirping
The nest full with mother’s warmth
Life renewed- the same.

Swallows hit...

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Oh majestic peaks,

standing so tall,

the points never meager,

uplifting like the beautiful dowager.

~*~

The greenery covers,

like a flock of plovers,

and a blanket of fibrous wicker,

near the rocky slopes that flicker.

~*~

The sunlight is poking through,

and a wall of...

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