Loons Poems - Poems about Loons

A giant red moon appears. every twenty-seven years during the month of June Over blue lakes and shallow lagoons Over faithful flocks of yodeling loons Over the peaceful shores and white dunes Across the Cameroons You can hear the tune of the yodeling loon. every twenty-seven years under the giant red moon....

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Loons and the Moon still silver waters waters where the moon’s face glows ~ moon in silhouette two loons come calling calling out to soft moonbeams ~ weaves silver ribbons loons and moon singing singing a haunting concert ~ alabaster song 6/3/20...

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He spent his nights on the rolling seas Eating half-raw fish and moldy cheese He'd float into town about twice a year To see some old friends and drink a little beer He played an old guitar with worn-out strings With callused fingers, he could make it ring And he knew every song that'd ever been played And sung them all whenever...

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He spent his nights on the rolling seas Eating half-raw fish and moldy cheese He'd float into town about twice a year To see some old friends and drink a little beer He played an old guitar with worn-out strings With callused fingers, he could make it ring And he knew every song that'd ever been played And sung them all whenever...

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'Twas the night before Christmas And all through the house We heard father singing He'd got rather soused. Mother tut-tutted At his yuletide cheer He yelled "merry christmas" Then chugged down a beer. He stood on our cat Who then shot up the tree We fell about laughing At this festivity. The tree toppled over Mother let out a scream Not very yuletide-ish More like halloween. Hissing and spitting The...

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When fog creeps in to sheathe the point, obscuring paths among the brush, unseen loons, hallooing one another, map out this realm of hemlock, rock, and water. Loon cries vivify fireside conjuring, old camper’s tales, for the point’s new children: they glimpse fabled elders, conveyers of craft and lore who made a mile or more of winding roadway through cut and cultivated trees. Loon cries reassure us as we...

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