Pileated Poems - Poems about Pileated

...when out birding, woodpeckers are one of my favorite finds in Kentucky, where i live there are seven different kinds the smallest is the Downy and they seem to like my suet feeders best I always......

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...February 27th Lower Peninsula of Michigan One week of true cold and snow is all This year Today is the warmest day ever recorded For this entire month An ancient age is passing Winter short......

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...birds fall hunger-wise... before cold winters shortages... today a woodpecker ate... such an overfill it had to lay on the... feeder for ten minutes till... its throat cleared so that it ......

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...Show me a place where I can be in a little island far above the sea where the skies touch the hills and transmit a message to my window sill. Show me a place where I can be to touch your heart and si......

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...on a tripod by the window be my... camera with a telescopic lens aimed at bird... feeders over the garage door such that the... chipmunks can only get bird feed grounded by... birds that ......

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... A redheaded pileated woodpecker hopped up a tree Barn swallows fly around me Doves were cooing down in the dale Other birds joined in, I even heard some quail.. ......

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...Just past far as you can go, yonder, where the crawdads sing, out beyond time’s ebb and flow, festival is full in swing. Bullfrog’s on the tympany, joined by pileated drums. Katydids join com......

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...Tucked high into a saddle in the hills, Set far above a river vale below, With wooded glades and waters calm and still, I cannot think a finer place to go. A daybreak in the east will steal you......

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... rhythmic staccato interrupts the morning calm pileated drums red crest, pointed beak penetrate the slumbered fog now the forest hums crocuses burst forth joyfully joining the dan......

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..."Piscator non solum piscatur" ("There is more to fishing than fish.)" ______________________________ Brown trout anglers catch few fishes and almost always let them go barbless hooks......

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...Mediation I wish to capture in some way With words, the ineffable Images, and sounds of quiet, In a time without man sounds. Early morning awakened by The first glimmer of orange red As it......

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...Early Morning I wish to capture in some way, With words, the ineffable Images, and sounds of quiet, In a time without man sounds. Early morning awakened by The first glimmer of orange red ......

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...trees dilly-O sing. mellow skies surmise — they’re not quite blue, white nor gray. knocking in front and back — pileated woodpeckers, shockers with crests, crafty to home owls and bats, like......

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...This boy must be in season, this blaze-headed feather jack hammering shack up condos into swooned oaks, sautéing up fire ants for a seductive nibble in the pulp. You can hear him all ......

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...What movement, what visual rhyme and grace ... I have watched the old willow on my grand-father's farm Sway in a summer breeze, sweeping the grasses with a soft movement As sublime as t......

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