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Best Poems Written by Judith Kerttula

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Herring Run At Cape Cod Canal

I could not paint a better picture,
Than the one in front of me,
Of twists and turns of the canal,
Bordered by endless trees.

A warm day with a slight breeze,
Giving the grass moving shadows of leaves,
Multiple species of birds stop by,
Some on the ground, some in the sky.

Gulls, Terns and Cormorants dive,
For crustaceans and fish of various size,
While sparrows, robins and occasional chickadees,
Grab insects on the fly.

Parades of boats, barges and ships,
Fascinate and entertain our time,
Sitting by the canal is more than a pastime,
It's watching life at its prime.

Fishermen, bicyclists, joggers and tourists,
They enjoy this special place,
Taking it all in; they embrace,
Nature at its purest!

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Autumn's Crown

Fallen leaves upon the ground,
Luxuriously spread and interwound.
Producing a carpet of bedecked Autumn Leaves,
Displaying an image you can't believe.

Rose Dust, Corn Silk, Ruby Red and Dark Green,
Not forgetting Almond Brown, Orange that paint this scene,
This array of colors found in New England towns,
Come together and become Autumn's Crown.

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Spanish Mustangs On Carova Beach

On this pristine shoreline Wild Mustangs roam,
Over five hundred years it has been their home,
Their beauty and independence deserve our respect,
Their mere presence allows us to connect,

To Colonial times when Mustangs arrived on boats,
With Spanish Path Finders who were exploring the coast,
Of North Carolina shores, the Outer Banks the most,
Some horses were abandoned, others survived storm wrecked boats,

Mustangs have endured hurricanes, floods and developments of man,
Diseases, injuries and ignorant tourists racing through sand,
Uneducated visitors who feed them food of the junk brand,
Which can cause death and deplete this Wild Mustang Band.

These Mustangs are the oldest and the rarest of strains,
They are intelligent, strong with energy you can't contain,
Muscular and beautiful right down to their long manes,
And have innate instinct to be wild, no restrain.

Let them be wild, let them run free,
Let them be what they were born to be,
View them from a distance so you can see,
These Spanish Wild Mustangs completely free..

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The Dawn Song

Before the light of day begins,
There's a song that's sung by birds.
The Robin begins it, one note at a time,
And then he spreads the word.

A new day's beginning, open your eyes,
Greet the morning light.
The Cardinal answers by singing back,
In slurred whistles, cheery and bright.

Chickadees join in and sing their tune,
The Blue Jay squawks a loud jeeah.
Mockingbirds mimic everyone,
The Gray Catbird sasses the day.

A Downy repeats a rapid whinny of notes,
That is descending in pitch each time.
A House Wren emits his buzzing chatter,
While a Song Sparrow sings sweet rhyme.

Each tune is sung again and again,
Some short and some very long,
Lasting an hour or maybe two,
Serenading us with the Dawn Song.

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Wild Horses of Corolla

High in the dunes, feeding on Beach Grass,
Looking over their land in the Carova sand,
Majestic, they stand.
On the beach they frolic and roll,
Mares and stallions enjoying a stroll,
Tagging along are the trailing foals.
Stallions challenge others the same,
As another band of Wild Horses try to stake a claim,
Fierceness prevails on both sides,
One must win before the fight subsides.
Trucks and jeeps racing through divides,
One band leaves, heads for the dunes,
Frolicking and rolling in the sand resumes,
Wild Horses of Corolla dance to their own tune.

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The River

It doesn't matter that your waters are not clearly blue.
And that I cannot see what treasures on the bottom lie.

Nor do I care that your shores are not pristine,
But are marked with litter and refuse of men.

It only matters that despite the foolishness of some men's ways,
Your waters still abound with fish and waterfowl.

And it matters too that your shores are filled with life,
Of birds and trees and and small animals that run around.

As I sit and watch all that the river has to give,
I am so thankful that she has the ability to overcome,

The foolishness of some men's ways.

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Riptide, King of the Chincoteague Ponies

He runs like the wind with his mane flowing wild,
Flashing his blaze in his powerful style,
Handsome like his father, a king among the ponies,
On Chincoteague Island, Riptide is never lonely.

Recognized and loved by countless admirers,
Sought out by many fascinated photographers,
Riptide is an icon like his dad, Surfer Dude,
Both fiercely protected their mares to the point of a feud.

Rip continues the legacy that his father brought the Isle,
Free, uncontrolled and always wild,
Those sassy looks as he peers through his mane,
Once you meet Rip, you'll never feel the same.

But mainly we love him for more than his fame,
Because he brings attention to the stallions and their dames,
Reminding us how important to just let them be,
So future generations can see them wild and free.

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Mountains

Above the valley
Towering in its glory,
Mountains reign the world

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To Pete

In the flickering candle light,
You play the guitar.
To oldies on a Sunday night.
As we watch the daylight fade.

Outside a Humming bird savors his final meal,
Of sweet honeysuckle nectar.
It searches every tubular bud.
The rain comes again.

I fold towels in the diminishing light,
Peering out the window.
Lighting strikes and flashes,
One storm exits, another arrives.

Your music soothes us as the storm rages on,
And the candlelight lowers.
Our shadows fade to night,
It is you and I as always.

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New Fallen Snow

Fresh steps in the new fallen snow,
In whatever direction I choose to go,
A white blanket as far as I can see,
Covering every rock, sidewalk and tree.

Snow falls slowly and sparkles and shines,
Shimmering in the moonlight are the tall Pines,
Bushes that resemble chubby snowmen with hats,
Sidewalks that shine like crystal mats,

Icicles long, sharp and glassy,
Hang from the rooftop stylish and flashy,
Perfectly lined from end to end,
Perfectly straight, they never bend.