Wattles Poems - Poems about Wattles

...August down under is winter torn asunder. Under leaden skies, lightning clouds make thunder. Gardens revive, buds pop, the yellow wattles bloom. Unfolding butterfly win......Read the rest...

... “Arms Full of Linnet Wings” In the garden that afternoon she planted seeds in their ripe minds their eyes looking up to hers their irises dazzling in the late afte......Read the rest...

...When I had to take a special car back to Liverpool Through the speedily running windows, on the rolling hills The Yellow Acacia continued to flash before my eyes Like the joyful lights beating bes......Read the rest...

...After years of growing native shrubs and putting them in pots, my backyards full of hakea’s and gums, placed in separate lots, but some wattles have outgrown their home and really don’t look flash;......Read the rest...

...Weebles wobble but they do fall down. Once without windup whimsy weebles wobble writhing in wistful wiggly wattles, they bubble, bobble, boggle, bottle and boondoggle coddles and dawdles; a ......Read the rest...

...I do ponder on Aristotle, In these groves of golden wattles, Was Aristotle on the bottle? "What is beautiful?" he asked, He set us such a puzzling task, How to define beautiful? Maybe, things i......Read the rest...

...Strategically placed when raised Upwards By your masterful and well Practiced hand. To mingle with ever changing Skylines That frown down with arrogant Scowls Upon the indigenous populou......Read the rest...

...A twisting whirly musters hard baked leaves and bark. There’s another red sunset, just before it’s dark. The wilting wattles weep, and plea ‘I can’t live on!’ The strong keep fighting drought. ......Read the rest...

...SLEEP AND ARISTOTLE. How to get a good night's sleep-- Instead of enumerating sheep, Recline beautifully with Aristotle, Don't decline, hit that bottle, What does rhyme with Aristotle? I pond......Read the rest...

...SNOWY’S STILL WATERS By Kevin L Fairbrother The rolling hills surround the lake It’s still-waters glisten in the simmering heat With nary a wave breaking on the shore As echos of life now and p......Read the rest...

...What is beauty if I cannot write it On the pages of my book, What nature in it’s endless glory If I can but stand and look? If fragments of a broken sunset Glimmer in a purple sky, And etched agains......Read the rest...

...They are in need of me today of all days so the table can be set with unbent forks and their silent roosters--ye soft wattles play on. White linen veils the ancient splintered picnicktop for small ha......Read the rest...

...The fading colours in a trembling leaf, Perhaps a portent of the coming cold, When the heavy hand of an icy winter Will press hard upon gully, flat and fold. The rose’s vicious stems will be laid ba......Read the rest...

...The weather was just how I liked it Looking like it would stay dry The breeze had the sharp tinge of winter Beneath a low overcast sky The thick blackthorn hedgerow behind me Bordered the tang......Read the rest...

...SILVER SPUR'S SECRET Those roaring days, oh Silver Spur, When mining brought your birth; Among the hills you came to life, Men flocked to seek your worth. From far and wide the fam'lies ......Read the rest...