Rookery Poems - Poems about Rookery

...One day I'll drive there. On the way I'll tell my wife about the Modoc woman, who lived outside the city, above a sea lion rookery. She taught me a Klamath-Modoc prayer: “I want you animals......Read the rest...

..."Simon Edy, known as Old Simon, (1709-18 May 1783) was a London beggar who may have served as an inspiration for a popular nursery rhyme. He lived in a derelict "Rats' Castle" in the rookery of Dyott......Read the rest...

...A man with horn-rimmed glasses knelt in the sand thinking: "my office just got a whole lot bigger." He had just flown from sea to shining sea to survey the sea lions. He walked barefoot to a r......Read the rest...

...You are a lustful Pharisaic shark, who feeds voraciously from the sea of corruption. You turn your soul away from the righteousness of God's ordinance, and now your head is sick with greed. You......Read the rest...

...canopy uproots lies upon the undergrowth... breeding rookery © Harry J Horsman 2022......Read the rest...

...One day I'll drive there. On the way I'll tell my wife about the Modoc woman, who lived outside the city above a sea lion rookery. She taught me a Klamath-Modoc prayer: “I want you animals ......Read the rest...

...He calls me over to the park bench: Wanna see something? It lolls from his open fly partly erect. The dark , almost silvery in its salt and pepper rookery. Your willies come out Mr.! As ......Read the rest...

...winter turns to spring high in the trees- the rookery erupts in noise NOTE:A cinqku is an 'English language 'version of a tanka with 17 syllables 2;3;4;6;2 no title and last two(or three) lin......Read the rest...

...My memories took flight from Spring's rookery, Nurtured by Summer's warm seas and Trade winds steady under dynamic skies, Reinforced by Autumn's harvest and happenstance Pray my memories remain......Read the rest...

...When I get to the Redwoods, I’ll look for her clapboard home above a sea-lion rookery. I will seek out her twelve-year-old Ford truck, her briny patch of hand-reared garden, her small surf-ridi......Read the rest...

...light frost whitens the frozen verge- inert below,summer awaits under the hedge a welcome haven- down my neck raindroplets trickle dozing on the lawn St Swithans day- large round spo......Read the rest...

...A restless night, another hum-drum day, Resolve to take a pleasurable walk; I make my way towards St Mary’s church. Across the street, a sixteenth century home – Maltravers Manor, testament to ti......Read the rest...

...more often than not, a knightly surge combs a pawn me, especially after the stroke of midnight, when hermetically sealed in my rookery, where bats in the belfry flap their ......Read the rest...

...Hark the skylark sings o'er meadow. Sings or fights to let rivals know; the robin claiming territory. Sings his claim, his sincerity. A blackbird cock sings his claim so. The rooks in yonder ......Read the rest...

... The robin sings, the dawn awakes. Jenny Wren sings so much louder! All wildlife rises to face the day. The sun, nights respite, warms the day. The dawn chorus every soul awakes. Buzz......Read the rest...