Moraine Poems - Poems about Moraine

...It is remarkably insane, To look vacantly out the pane, With a green bottle of Bollinger champagne, Enjoying the wobbly rain, rain, rain! I would rather spend a day in Spain, Or sit by the sea......

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...Along the country roads Still strong they march. Rocks fitted with intricate care, Pieced together rock by stone, Without the help of mortar A century or more ago By farmers who ploughed the ......

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...Train Locomotive rumbling - chugging train Diners, sleepers, small caboose – no disdain. Iron tracks to train the tracks of the train Sometimes runs on mobile tracks – a seatrain. Travel......

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...trees sobbing, tortured by rain - insane. shedding more skin. more flooding at feet. their in......

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...Amid the glacial hills of central Maine There stood forsaken, gray, an ancient farm, Which always filled us with a vague alarm. Atop the humpback ridge of a moraine, Abandoned now, for centurie......

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...The genesis of a hundred-mile odyssey A happy little caravan of running crows Everything is alive, sky wind, even the stones Hearts taping time, glittering with hope Morning comes the murder has......

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...Miss Molly Morland might meet her modern mate Mark Martin, a maverick man, who mostly masters making multiferous machinations to make mellow amour with this maudlin maiden beside a mighty mazy mounta......

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...Six steeple towers, cold as steel, drab daggers in the sky! Their hallowed halls no longer call when breezes wander by – for, filled with dread to wake the dead, they've ceased to sough or sigh. ......

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...Pinhead sized raindrops fall in numbers, attempting to imitate fog Green needled giants with red bark stand at attention and point at the sky The odd deciduous turns yellow as though in fear of......

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...OUR FAMILY VALLEY Mountains strong withstand the turmoil, Protect our valley from the storm. The river makes a fertile soil And seedling trees can start to form. The slopes are crowded with the......

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...placid ice castle strong swift attacking currents strewn rocky remnant......

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...rubble of social dysfunction spilled from the lip of time shards of humanity’s decay sleep in layered mounds beneath eternity’s cold moraine......

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...A fresh aroma of the winter roses bore upon The break of the day light, the first ray hold upon By the droplets beaded over the floral leaf Mulled over by the sight so mimetic The life glazed ove......

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