Waterwheel Poems - Poems about Waterwheel

... 38.4154017°, -76.5341214° A waterwheel, raceway, grinding stones (bedstone and runner stone), gears, shafts, and a hopper for grain, Diet. The crested honey buzzard ......

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...Yosemite’s Ephemeral Autumn Falls Bald giants of swift water smoothed pale granite Mark deep clefts for tumbling summer snowmelt Rush released from frozen streams once frostbit Silver swells - ......

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...Since I was, but a child, I loved frosting on everything. Frosting on cupcakes, cookies, and cakes. I would put my fingers in the frosting bowl or cakes, and lick them off when mother wasn't watchin......

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...Time's admirer hijacks sections Rips strings of delicious from fattest flesh Imbibes fibres provided sublimely Licks fingers with shameless relish Nature's passenger adequately dazzled Rides......

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...Upon the fireplace mantle A metal high container Filled with white flowers Two birthday cards lean In the middle stands The large family painting A waterwheel house On a farmer's field Besid......

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...The millwheel will not turn again till spring for Winter’s icy cold grip holds it firm. She squeezes it like Her private plaything, though Her crushing power is but short-term. As short......

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...Dried Wood Dried wood flaking in secluded sunlight Reflected in the rippled roiling stream Solemn squeak of rusted waterwheel Long stilled by progress passing by. Soft green of trees recla......

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...In your river; My heart, like a ruined waterwheel; Whatever it turns, in any direction , there is water flowing all over. And even if I leaned my back against the wall, In front of me the wat......

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...Travel on our steam railway and step back in time Historic village at Cregneash it really is divine Enjoy traditional Manx seafood the ’Queenies’ are sublime Irish Sea surrounds us with its beautifu......

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...O yes, that is fine day For fishing in mountain river When weather is bad, And raining from early gray dawn. When world look so pity and doleful Maybe for artists and poets But so nice for bi......

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...ripples spread from the turning waterwheel -- sparrow song......

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...that indian, he ain't come to town still, summer's started windin' down you can feel it in the air some how this season's seasoning, time to avow do soldiers march with cadence strident? as sure of......

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...The spring rain pounds on the roof’s asphalt shingles washing the maple pollen from porches and cars just moments ago dusted with puce green. A tumult of rain twirls the waterwheel on the gard......

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