Weathervane Poems - Poems about Weathervane

..."I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Three Christian Churches here used to play Their hymns rang out along the way They took turns with their chimes eac......Read the rest...

...Whistles, bells, and wonderous sights, Brilliant kaleidoscopic lights. The pageantry always sells, Bright Carnivals and Carousels. Parents watch their children ride, Reminds them of the child ......Read the rest...

...Fiddle cat, fiddle cat, Please fiddle me a song. How I love to hear you play Your fiddle all day long. At dawn you fiddle to the left, At dusk you fiddle right. You fiddle to the middle,......Read the rest...

...Damp leafs random toss by autumn gust, hue stain bold foliage unfurls, brown, golden amber, red-orange curls, into town or country setting thrust Thin laid ice chill air must plummet, taut ......Read the rest...

...Unseen Weathervane David J Walker First waves come on shore In a dull roar Of thundering power Giving Taking Erasing Its tracks The beautiful seashell bones scattered On sand ......Read the rest...

...A few hours ago ‘twas 80 degrees Yet now my toes and fingers fairly freeze Used to use a weathervane Stupid rooster went insane Replacement hen manufactures cold breeze......Read the rest...

...This isn't new, it's just the rain the same old storm, the same terrain Same torrents drown me out again but you'll not pull me under, just yet You twist my trusting weathervane, 'ti......Read the rest...

... Another wave of voter vexation is swamping the shutdown nation To the left, the windpipes are hissing To the right, the windbags are dissing And all of the kitchen cabinet apron......Read the rest...

...Cockeyed Weathervane Whizzing along on an old time train, I looked out the window at a cockeyed weathervane. The engineer saw it, too, stepped on the whoo whoo! To call our attention to this hi......Read the rest...

...Guilty of life once lived in sections, drastically making changes. Concessions to new obsessions, suffering identity exchanges. Revision life's only pattern, inborn self considered a sin. Where......Read the rest...

...Today Mount Benson is covered in snow. Down here, below, we have none. It's a sign of Winter, this we know, in spite of today's bright sun. We look to the mountain for a sign of what to expect......Read the rest...

...Red Queen It is as though I had never loved before, loving you; My heart bound and sealed to your care: The bright morning wakes me and I think of you, Nervously, in anticipation of that first ......Read the rest...

...As fathers go, I used to say, I thought he was alright took the work wherever he could and kept our fire alight. Brylcreem hair , good muscle tone, a boxer's solid build army tour in Burma wher......Read the rest...

...On the south-western side of the old mission school, on the corner of 1st, where the blackberries grew a field claimed by children, was crosshatched with tracks It was riddled by goph......Read the rest...

...a weathervane still points east 'pon gray ancient barn... fall's air rust tractors the vain weathervane speaks east and rust grows though no one knows rusty John Deere sits outside engine d......Read the rest...