Tag: poems
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Mizmaze
Meditation Labyrinth On a hill near Winchester townThere lies a maze of ancient ground A single path that twists and turns A secret that no one discerns Some say it was a pagan rite To walk the maze by moonlit night And reach the center where they prayed To gods of earth and sun and…
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Trucking
Dazzled and inspired Trucking right through winter, the road gets white and slippy,But no giving up on a snowy runwhen delivering goods is tricky.The snowflakes fall like stars,they sparkle in the headlights,but they also hide the dangers,of wind and cold and ice.Feel the mountains looming, they hide among the clouds, they are menacing and mighty,concealed…
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Foals
Pegasus and Chryasoar In the fields of Elysium, where the blessed souls reside,Two winged foals are playing, with joy and grace and pride.One is white as snow, with feathers soft and pure,He is Pegasus, the son of Poseidon, swift and sure.The other is golden brown, with a mane of fiery red,He is Chrysaor, the brother…
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Dryad
Not alone She’s not a real dryad, but she looks like oneA hologram of light and colorShe sits on a mushroom that bears her nameA dryad’s saddle with a scaly coverShe likes this spot among the fernsWhere the air is damp and coolShe likes to see the other mushroomsThat grow around this rotting stoolThe chantrelles…
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Willow
In Arcadia In fair Arcadia’s verdant fieldsWhere streams of crystal water flowA shepherd rests his weary limbsBeneath a willow’s silver glowHe hears the gentle murmur ofThe rivers meeting at their sourceHe sees the bridge that spans acrossThe waters’ ever-changing courseHe knows not where the paths may leadThat branch out from this sacred spotHe cares not…
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Hedges
A country craft In the countryside of oldThere was a skill that was worth more than goldThe art of hedge laying, so I’ve been toldWas a way to shape the land and make it boldThe hedger would take his tools and goTo where the hawthorn and hazel growHe would cut and bend and weave them…
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Smudge Pots
Farewell to Smudge Pots We used to light the smudge potsTo keep the midges awayWe thought they were our best friendsOn a summer’s dayBut then we learned the truthAbout their harmful effectsThey pollute the air and soilAnd cause respiratory defectsThey also don’t work very wellThe smoke is not enoughThe midges still find their wayTo bite…
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Fairies
The Flower Fairies They live among the petals and leavesOf every plant and flowerThey dance with the breeze and sing with the beesAnd watch over nature’s powerThey have wings like butterflies and dresses like gownsAnd crowns made of dewdrops and seedsThey have names like Rose and Lily and ThymeAnd personalities that match their weedsThey are…
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Butterflies
A pastoral poem is a genre or mode of poetry that refers to works that idealize country life and the landscape they take place in. Pastoral poems usually make use of an idyllic setting, one that is completely, or almost entirely, removed from society. In the lush and wild watermeadowWhere the grasses sway and bendThere is a hidden world…
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Milk floats
Limericks There once was a milkman named Bart Who decided to trade in his cart He bought an electric milkfloat But it soon ran out of volt And he ended up pushing it to the mart There once was a milkman named Roy Who wanted to be more eco-friendly and coy He switched to a…
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