Plovers Poems - Poems about Plovers

...This uncompromising Sunday has agreed to let us enjoy what is left of a boring day as we ardently seek the brief presence of a radiant sunset resembling red clay, attesting the inevitable eviden......

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...This uncompromising Sunday has agreed to let us enjoy what is left of a boring day as we ardently seek the brief presence of a radiant sunset resembling red clay, attesting the inevitable eviden......

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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 alik......

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...Written: June 29, 2023 ______________________________________________________________ Cockle, two hooves clung over a hundred brothers. You discovered unmatched comfort such as no othe......

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...Written: June 24, 2023 ______________________________________________________________ Soft waves embrace the clean seashore. Caressing the sands we once walked before. Leaving footp......

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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 tric......

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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 ......

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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......

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...Piping Plovers run receding surf yields food ballet on wet sand......

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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 youn......

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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. ......

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

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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 ......

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...I walk barefoot on the beach Where the water greets the land. Waves with their wet fingers reach, Then retreat from where I stand. White foam fizzles on the sand. I pick up some rocks and shel......

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...Tender tides sneak to smooch the smooth shore that holds our footsteps left behind us, and lends itself to sand castles standing guard until high tide. Plovers dart on fleet feet across sodden s......

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