Nature Poems
0How good I’m feeling!
How nice is this feeling!
Looking at the trees around,
Watching at the sun round…
How soft is this grass!
Also nice the way all things pass…
Children going to the school,
As according to their schedule…
How calm is this surrounding!
Feeling with it a close bonding…
Now the church has also passed,
This memory will always last…
How sweetly these birds chirp!
With a romantic burp…
Just passed love birds..
Might be having with each other some words.
Waiting for one of my favorite scenes,
Like a lover as it seems…
See, it has come…..One railway line, with trees on one side,
I’m smiling in my heart side by side…
So relaxing are these sun rays……
Seem to be kissing on my face..
Really soothing this feeling is….
Really serene this morning is…
Just received a ‘Good Morning’ message,
from one of my friends.
As it’s a common
and a good wishing trend…
Thanks to these trees, thanks to the river,
thanks to the grass and the way these pass…
Thanks for giving such a nice starting to my today’s pass……
This poem was written/submitted by Deepika Gera.
+2So sad to hear that the old poetess has died
She was a credit to her countryside
So much of Nature’s ways that she did know
In death her legend it will only grow
On saying so I’m not saying what is new
That as a Nature Poet her equals only few
Her bird and animal poems in them have beauty rare
A Nature Poet with any to compare
A natural poet one who was born to write
Her lyrical verses easy to read and recite
A humble person in her own quiet way
Respect to Nature and Nature’s creatures in her poems she did pay
And in Nature’s earthy bosom her remains now lay
The great poetess was buried yesterday.
This poem was written/submitted by Francis Duggan.
+14 Birds sing.
Sweethearts dream.
The heart knows that it’s spring.
Love buds.
Root Beer suds.
Children play.
Moms pray.
Thank God for life.
And another spring day.
This poem was written/submitted by Lamar Cole.
+8 Out of the breeding Season to moult on shallow lakes they congregate
The female though pretty not so as her handsome mate
With dark brown on chest and mostly darkish and with white ring around either eye
With her ever devoted mate to her nearby,
The handsome male with white ring around neck, dark head and uppers and breast of chestnut brown
Birds I’ve yet to see on lake in a park of a town
Australian shelduck or mountain duck or chestnut breasted shelduck are names they are known by
Waterbirds familiar in appearance and in their honking cry
At nesting time from June to October the female she does lay
Five to fourteen cream coloured eggs high on hollow branch from view hidden away
Of human kind they display a very healthy fear
And they will quickly take to the sky if to them you venture near
They pair until one of them do die the experts on their behaviour say
Birds who frequent lakes and water dams that I do not see every day.
This poem was written/submitted by Francis Duggan.
+15I see beautiful tree’s.
Everywhere i look ther’s bee’s.I go and walk around the park.
Soon as im about to play it get’s dark.
I go run to the slide.
Little girl’s start to see me dance they start to glide.
Next thing you know they started dancing to humming bird’s. Everywhere i walk ther’s little terd’s.
Me and my cousin start to walk in the wood’s.
She bring’s her mini dvd and watches boy’s in the hood.
This is howmy imagination was over the break.
But you know my uncle did kill a cow and cook some good seasoned steak.
This poem was written/submitted by kiki aka qe'tuwrah.
+9 Some childhood memories with us seem to linger
And I recall when I was nine or so
Of seeing blue tit fly from hole in standing tree stump
One April day more than forty years ago.
I stood on tip toes and tried to look inside the tree stump
But all seemed dark in there I needed light
I hurried back home for to fetch a flash lamp
And what I saw a memorable sight.
A little nest of moss and hay and lined with feathers
And nine pale eggs with freckles brown to red
Laid by the little bird with yellow unders
Blue wings and tail and tiny blue cap on head.
I marvelled at this wondrous sight of nature
How one small bird so many eggs could lay
The memory all those years has remained with me
And I still can picture what I see today.
I still can picture forty five years later
Nine speckled eggs in nest of moss and hay
Some things from childhood always remain with us
And from the memory never fade away.
This poem was written/submitted by Francis Duggan.
+20 There in the gray of the morning in the faint winter sunlight
I saw a bird once familiar once to me a common sight
Greenfinch brought here by the white man and introduced in this Country
In his drab green cloak of winter chirped on the mirror bush tree.
Seeing and hearing the green bird stirred memories of far away
Of the green hedgerows of Ireland in their bright blossoms of May
Over the trees of the headland in butterfly like courtship display
Male in his bright green breeding plumage performed in the sunlight of day.
Performing for his female admirer the would be mother to be
She would make him a proud father give to him a family
His genes to live on forever his descendants chirp and sing
In the green groves of Duhallow in the warm days of the Spring.
Above the trees of the headland flitting like a butterfly
I could only gaze in wonder with the wonderment of a boy
At such a thing of great beauty such beauty never will die
Flying and chirping and singing and dancing in the sunlit sky.
I found the nest of the female when I climbed a cypress tree
A cup shaped nest of hair, twigs and lichen wedged in a fork I did see
And beautifully lined with grasses such a discovery is rare
A work of natural beauty and built with much painstaking care.
Her five tiny eggs fragile looking lightly streaked and bluish green
Such a thing of natural beauty that only in Nature is seen
Something to always remember of such beauty good memories are made
I still have the mental picture and time has not caused it to fade.
There in the gray of the morning bird now I often don’t see
Greenfinch is chirping and singing high on the mirror bush tree
Above the trees of the headland years ago and far away
One of his kind I saw flitting in butterfly like courtship display.
This poem was written/submitted by Francis Duggan.
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