Birds and poetry (1 Viewer)

Little Robin Redbreast Sat upon a Tree

Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree,
Up went pussy cat, and down went he!
Down came pussy, and away Robin ran;
Says little Robin Redbreast, "Catch me if you can!"

Little Robin Redbreast flew upon a wall,
Pussy cat jumped after him, and almost got a fall!
Little Robin chirped and sang, and what did pussy say?
Pussy cat said, "Mew," and Robin flew away.

Little Robin Redbreast
Sat upon a rail;
Niddle, naddle, went his head,
Wiggle, waggle, went his tail.

THE MAGPIE

I am a little Magpie, in my pied and shiny feathers,
I live up in a tree, in wet and windy weathers.
And when the moon and stars are shining bright,
I sit up in my tree warbling through the night.

And when it’s really cold, And the frost is thick upon the ground.
I sit up there and warble, I never move around.
People wonder why, but no-one ever knows,
I just sit, I cannot move, Me flaming foots is froze.


By Corin Linch, my Australian Cobber

Don't think this has been posted here before--

The Linnet

Upon this leafy bush

With thorns and roses in it,

Flutters a thing of light,

A twittering linnet.

And all the throbbing world

Of dew and sun and air

By this small parcel of life

Is made more fair;

As if each bramble-spray

And mounded gold-wreathed furze,

Harebell and little thyme,

Were only hers;

As if this beauty and grace

Did to one bird belong,

And, at a flutter of wing,

Might vanish in song. 


--Walter de la Mare

Autumn Birds - Poem by John Clare

The wild duck startles like a sudden thought,
And heron slow as if it might be caught.
The flopping crows on weary wings go by
And grey beard jackdaws noising as they fly.
The crowds of starnels whizz and hurry by,
And darken like a clod the evening sky.
The larks like thunder rise and suthy round,
Then drop and nestle in the stubble ground.
The wild swan hurries hight and noises loud
With white neck peering to the evening clowd.
The weary rooks to distant woods are gone.
With lengths of tail the magpie winnows on
To neighbouring tree, and leaves the distant crow
While small birds nestle in the edge below.


John Clare

regards
Merlin