Meadowlark Poems - Poems about Meadowlark

...the lake where they hid a memory their song sublimated a cattail beaten remnants taken by wind a semi roars past someone calls progress someone says ninety percent chance of rain ......Read the rest...

... "Nature is a joy in spring with fresh life and a wonder at other seasons. The myriad animate and inanimate forms living in nature surprise and delight us. The sight of little creatures taking care ......Read the rest...

..."The voices howl in the dark frightens even the brave." Quote by poet Voices, do you hear them in the pitch dark. They drum from pressure within moist cold wind. It's exfoliating an......Read the rest...

...I rise up early to breathe the crisp clean air of winds blowing 'cross the grass wondrous and fair Across the valley the mountains rise up high jagged purple peaks piercing the azure sky Eagl......Read the rest...

...On the edge of Bow Valley River, Where waterfall pours on stones, I stand, a witness to nature’s symphony, As the world unfolds before me. On the other side of the river, Where solitude finds ......Read the rest...

...~ Along skips a girl with the sun in her smile, patchwork illusions, the valleys alight Dragonflies hover. mid-air, in their style, meadowlark melodies echo in flight All come to......Read the rest...

...When I say I Love You look at Me Use the eyes of our Father stay looking at me When I listen to you speak to me I hear whispers song When I pray for you things that are wrong Makes my......Read the rest...

...Beneath a sanctuary of the tree I lift my prayer on bended knee You know......Read the rest...

...February, foe or friend Gone too soon or never ends February, warm or chill First of spring or winter still February, clear or muddled Blue sky in a dirty puddle February, gray or green Fros......Read the rest...

...absence meadowlark takes flight a hawk trills up in the sky~ lone wings pleased a sky 2023 January 30......Read the rest...

...Jenna no longer has access to her account, and she has asked if I would post this for her. These would be her last thoughts to Milt ~ Gone is the glint of your smile and poetic words......Read the rest...

...“Perching on a fencepost, the meadowlark calls in sweet trilling tones like a solo marimba.” L. Milton Hankins The meadow lark happily sits along the fencepost singing away and watches as Milton ......Read the rest...

...Perching on a fencepost, the meadowlark calls in sweet trilling tones like a solo marimba. I mimic her voice and watch her curiosity as I stroll among the goldenrod and yarrow, the ......Read the rest...

... a witch and a pet aardvark broom to an amusement park with a mic in hand and dave brubecks band warble a strange meadowlark. ......Read the rest...

... There will be bliss, when I enter the promised land; I will go beyond the blue sky abyss, and God will take my hand. Beyond the gates I will find a h......Read the rest...