Tussock Poems - Poems about Tussock

... Written: January 22, 2024 _________________________________________ I hear the wild cry as I sleep, no roaming goats or gulls or sheep. Tire them out, no trace of drea......

Continue reading...

...Bright sun lit the sky and I lit a joint and the mood was gay and our spirits free; when headed for the coast, Te Arai Point, on that long dusty trail through Forestry. Back to an age of ......

Continue reading...

...In the dell the trees are old, grim they are and obstinate, they persist. Higher up on the slopes silver barks and slim trunks reach and stretch, light is their mood, and young their growth. F......

Continue reading...

...The universal worm has got some competition now, since ‘Sandy’ took me out to Bateson’s dam. This don’t include the ‘whitchys’ we get in a broken bough, nor ‘scrubbies’ on the hooks we have to cra......

Continue reading...

...The purple race the tussock face heather dwells in delinquent mist fresh the morning waits to embrace as the sun’s rays break to enlist. For you are there my summer rose against the wind your gr......

Continue reading...

...The opaque mist hangs buoyant; taut, a stubble veil infects an ancient craggy face, and currents of blooming heather lay nonchalant along the old Roman road. Here I stand in retrospect moti......

Continue reading...

...The pin oak leaves from dormant trees, fall on this crisp autumn morn, as I paint the scene of an artist’s dream; in my mind this landscapes born. The patch work green is this valleys scene, wi......

Continue reading...

...Moth In a kingdom full of ants The splendid spider spidering Deep into that darkness frogging Death shall bring candlefish It threw its ghost against the grubs Deep into that dark......

Continue reading...

...Slow, slow Stop, stop Here, here The tree She hobbled between The Tussock grass Toward the tree’s The biggest, tallest She made for She stopped half way To look Look up At this tree Tal......

Continue reading...

...CHAPTER 4 The Eagle (continued) Swinging up it glanced the raptor Merely brushing through its wing-plumes But the eagle lost its balance  And released its hold on Rosy   Who then plummeted in......

Continue reading...

...Chorus Slope of his promises he traverses he turns out to be a diplodocus having plans not concrete and disjointed his words alone sent flames to the burnt town we had hope to fly, now ca......

Continue reading...

...Cloaking misty hills and many a deep valley floor: The empty Moor presents an outlook, stoical and dour. Seemingly barren, this mute guardian of history, Emits an air of arcane intrigue and darke......

Continue reading...

...The morning has started with a trace of a dew An ascent through the tussock ignites the new day Trailing huntaways eager to work on the ewes Awaited shrill whistles loose the dogs on t......

Continue reading...

...Brackish-gurgling days that Unobtrusively slid along Past tussock grass and curled up Balls of Fern... Glued tightly onto structured vanes Of outstretched frond. Venerable Mosses reciting epic......

Continue reading...

...Thunderous silence in fresh mountain air Dragonflies land on a mirrored flat lake. A trout breaks the surface with but a swirl Hushed morning stopping to rolling vast cheer. Eight boats of rower......

Continue reading...