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A Garden of Songs
This was published in my last book, "Life's Tapestries" The royalties are going to a nature trail project, that provides work experience for young adultd with special needs.
I hope those that read it enjoy the sentiments. (Though Wordsworth and Shelley I most definitely will never be!!!)
Regards Brambling
This was published in my last book, "Life's Tapestries" The royalties are going to a nature trail project, that provides work experience for young adultd with special needs.
I hope those that read it enjoy the sentiments. (Though Wordsworth and Shelley I most definitely will never be!!!)
Garden of Songs.
The collared doves sit in the trees,
Near by is a Blackbird in song.
The blue tits and coal tits are flitting about,
Soon the pigeons will come along,
The starlings are quarrelling, fussing about
And Sparrows join in the affray,
A dear little Robin is perched close by watching
And the Wrens have just flown away.
The Thrushes are glad of the bird-bath
Whilst nervously watching for cats
Greenfinches are chewing on peanuts
The Linnets like balls made of fat.
Daily they visit the tables
In gardens where folks prepare food
And provide them with boxes and shelters
So in Spring they can nest with thier brood,
They know that thier fledglings will prosper,
In this garden, abundance surrounds
For the cost of a packet of birdseed
Hours of birdsong abounds.
They feed through the chill of the Winter,
And hours of pleasure they bring,
When Snowdrops are nodding
It will start with Cock Robin,
Heralding forthcoming Spring.
Vonnie Pearce. 3.11.2001
The collared doves sit in the trees,
Near by is a Blackbird in song.
The blue tits and coal tits are flitting about,
Soon the pigeons will come along,
The starlings are quarrelling, fussing about
And Sparrows join in the affray,
A dear little Robin is perched close by watching
And the Wrens have just flown away.
The Thrushes are glad of the bird-bath
Whilst nervously watching for cats
Greenfinches are chewing on peanuts
The Linnets like balls made of fat.
Daily they visit the tables
In gardens where folks prepare food
And provide them with boxes and shelters
So in Spring they can nest with thier brood,
They know that thier fledglings will prosper,
In this garden, abundance surrounds
For the cost of a packet of birdseed
Hours of birdsong abounds.
They feed through the chill of the Winter,
And hours of pleasure they bring,
When Snowdrops are nodding
It will start with Cock Robin,
Heralding forthcoming Spring.
Vonnie Pearce. 3.11.2001
Regards Brambling
The Seagull
This likewise is published in Tapestries.
Brambling
This likewise is published in Tapestries.
Brambling
The Seagull
A young fledging Seagull, just out of the nest
His heart was swollen with pride,
Though his mother warned him, not to go close,
He perched very near the cliffside.
The wind blew a gust: The Seagull, as if thrust,
Found himself launched through the air
As he plummeted down to the oceans below
He cried in his fright and despair
But instincts took over, his wings opened wide,
And caught thermal currents arising,
To his delight Seagull was in flight
A position he found quite surprising.
He soared into clouds, and dived through the waves,
His heart swelled with jubilation,
He called to his siblings perched on the cliffs,
Crying, join me in this celebration.
As he flew through the air, other gulls said "Beware."
And as Seagull soared o'er the sand
His eyes caught sight of the cliff face so white
But how was he going to land?
In trepidation, he made an attempt
To rejoin the fledglings below,
'Twas then his mother flew to his side
And explained he would need to be slow.
Guiding him carefully back to the cliffs
She told him he might need to jump,
At last he was near, at his second attempt
He was back on dry land with a bump.
He was tired and quite sore, as he perched on the shore.
Yet the Seagull felt full of desire.
As he watched the rolling waves, shimmering bright,
It burned in his heart like a fire.
He heard his destiny calling to him,
And knew that he wanted to be,
At one with the sky and the clouds scudding by,
And the winds, and the salt spray, and sea.
So with one backward glance, Seagull took his chance
He took off again with delight,
If you stand on the land that is twixt sea and sand,
You might very well see him - in flight.
As he soars through the air, without worry or care,
You may envy his freedom and wealth,
We can all achieve, if we only believe,
And have courage and faith in ourself.
Vonnie Pearce. 01-10-2001.
A young fledging Seagull, just out of the nest
His heart was swollen with pride,
Though his mother warned him, not to go close,
He perched very near the cliffside.
The wind blew a gust: The Seagull, as if thrust,
Found himself launched through the air
As he plummeted down to the oceans below
He cried in his fright and despair
But instincts took over, his wings opened wide,
And caught thermal currents arising,
To his delight Seagull was in flight
A position he found quite surprising.
He soared into clouds, and dived through the waves,
His heart swelled with jubilation,
He called to his siblings perched on the cliffs,
Crying, join me in this celebration.
As he flew through the air, other gulls said "Beware."
And as Seagull soared o'er the sand
His eyes caught sight of the cliff face so white
But how was he going to land?
In trepidation, he made an attempt
To rejoin the fledglings below,
'Twas then his mother flew to his side
And explained he would need to be slow.
Guiding him carefully back to the cliffs
She told him he might need to jump,
At last he was near, at his second attempt
He was back on dry land with a bump.
He was tired and quite sore, as he perched on the shore.
Yet the Seagull felt full of desire.
As he watched the rolling waves, shimmering bright,
It burned in his heart like a fire.
He heard his destiny calling to him,
And knew that he wanted to be,
At one with the sky and the clouds scudding by,
And the winds, and the salt spray, and sea.
So with one backward glance, Seagull took his chance
He took off again with delight,
If you stand on the land that is twixt sea and sand,
You might very well see him - in flight.
As he soars through the air, without worry or care,
You may envy his freedom and wealth,
We can all achieve, if we only believe,
And have courage and faith in ourself.
Vonnie Pearce. 01-10-2001.
The Collared Dove
This was published in my first book "Circles of Love" hopefully my composing has improved over the years, but the doves are still here, and they still bring a smile when I watch them. (How sad that they don't have a nicer call though.)
Brambling
The Collared Dove.
I was feeling glum, one cold December morning,
A damp mist was still hanging all around.
I chanced to glance out from my bedroom window,
In my garden, such a lovely scene I found.
The trees so stark and bare, looked soft and dewy,
As though someone had painted them with love.
And, on the top most branches near my window,
Proudly perched a pretty Collared Dove.
He had not a roof, or comfy cosy parlour.
He had no fire to keep him nice and warm,
Still he sat there quietly preening at his feathers,
And trusting that he would not come to harm.
The Dove knew after Winter comes the Springtime.
He trusts that Summer days will come again,
He understands that Nature has her seasons,
And that after sunny days, there must be rain.
I watched the bird contented in his haven.
And realised with great humility,
That the Collared Dove accepted life's small blessings,
And I thought, "if he can do it, why not me?"
Suddenly the day seemed so much brighter,
As I stopped to count my blessings for a while,
And just before I went to find some bird food,
I'm sure I saw that little fellow smile!!
© Vonnie Pearce.
This was published in my first book "Circles of Love" hopefully my composing has improved over the years, but the doves are still here, and they still bring a smile when I watch them. (How sad that they don't have a nicer call though.)
Brambling
The Collared Dove.
I was feeling glum, one cold December morning,
A damp mist was still hanging all around.
I chanced to glance out from my bedroom window,
In my garden, such a lovely scene I found.
The trees so stark and bare, looked soft and dewy,
As though someone had painted them with love.
And, on the top most branches near my window,
Proudly perched a pretty Collared Dove.
He had not a roof, or comfy cosy parlour.
He had no fire to keep him nice and warm,
Still he sat there quietly preening at his feathers,
And trusting that he would not come to harm.
The Dove knew after Winter comes the Springtime.
He trusts that Summer days will come again,
He understands that Nature has her seasons,
And that after sunny days, there must be rain.
I watched the bird contented in his haven.
And realised with great humility,
That the Collared Dove accepted life's small blessings,
And I thought, "if he can do it, why not me?"
Suddenly the day seemed so much brighter,
As I stopped to count my blessings for a while,
And just before I went to find some bird food,
I'm sure I saw that little fellow smile!!
© Vonnie Pearce.
scampo
Steve Campsall
Poetry is as much about form as it is about content; and when the two are in perfect harmony, the effect is startling. I really liked this line:Brambling said:
A dear little Robin is perched close by watching
This is a fine example of form working to support content (in your use of internal near-rhyme - Robin/watching) that - for me - is a delight.
By the way, Wordsworth could not be a Shelley (and vice-versa) either.
Thanks for the poems.
christineredgate
Winner of the Copeland Wildlife Photographer of th
Brambling(Vonnie),thankyou for those two delightful poems.They are lovely.Incidentally this thread had a mention in the Birdwatching mag.The diversity of threads was compared.
christineredgate
Winner of the Copeland Wildlife Photographer of th
I think Steve(Scampo) will have the answer to this one ,Pete.Perhaps a paperback of selected poems,so one can read the works of various poets.One such book I have is "The Penguin Book of English Romantic Verse".A lovely selection of easy to read ballads and sonnets etc.Perhaps ones local library,where the works of more modern poets could be available,without having to buy the books.
I find reading poetry is akin to playing the pian
nce starting to play,difficult to stop.One just goes from piece to piece.On opening a book of verse,one just keeps reading selections and enjoying being transported away from the present day.
I find reading poetry is akin to playing the pian
nce starting to play,difficult to stop.One just goes from piece to piece.On opening a book of verse,one just keeps reading selections and enjoying being transported away from the present day.
Mickymouse
Ubuntu Linux user
I hope those that read it enjoy the sentiments. (Though Wordsworth and Shelley I most definitely will never be!!!)
If Wordsworth and Shelly where still about, I think THEY would be the ones to be worried, loved them specially the Collared Dove.
Mick
If Wordsworth and Shelly where still about, I think THEY would be the ones to be worried, loved them specially the Collared Dove.
Mick
Thank you for the responses
I am just amazed at the lovely responses to my verses....thank you all so much for your kind comments. To know that my poems can bring pleasure to other people, is for me the very best part of writing them.
I feel quite humbled now, so once again thank you all.
regards Vonnie. aka Brambling.
I am just amazed at the lovely responses to my verses....thank you all so much for your kind comments. To know that my poems can bring pleasure to other people, is for me the very best part of writing them.
I feel quite humbled now, so once again thank you all.
regards Vonnie. aka Brambling.
christineredgate
Winner of the Copeland Wildlife Photographer of th
Vonnie,if you have any more poems/verses to add please do so,I think they are just perfect.
Can anyone help please?.This morning on our local radio station there was a discussion re birds in the area etc,and a poem written by Pam Ayres was read,called "I'm a Starling".I have been trolling around Jeeves and Google,but all they come up with are Pam 's books etc.If anyone can find it,or has a copy at home,please post it onto this thread,it was very good.
thankyou,
Can anyone help please?.This morning on our local radio station there was a discussion re birds in the area etc,and a poem written by Pam Ayres was read,called "I'm a Starling".I have been trolling around Jeeves and Google,but all they come up with are Pam 's books etc.If anyone can find it,or has a copy at home,please post it onto this thread,it was very good.
thankyou,
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Elizabeth Bigg
Addicted member
christineredgate said:
You'll find it here, Christine:
http://ourfavouritepoems.homestead.com/34.html
Question for the mods!
What is the copyright situation here - I didn't post the poem, because I didn't know!!!
christineredgate
Winner of the Copeland Wildlife Photographer of th
Thanks,Elizabeth,I have deleted ,hopefully we will be able to copy it onto the thread,alsthough not me,this time it needs to be re-sized I think,but if we cannot do so,please everyone go to Elizabeths link,and have a read,it really is rather good.
Elizabeth,thankyou again for finding the link.I spent ages last night looking for it,but all I could find were sites which were selling her book,have to go,visitors returning!!
Elizabeth,thankyou again for finding the link.I spent ages last night looking for it,but all I could find were sites which were selling her book,have to go,visitors returning!!
Well it mentions a Robin
This verse is a factual account, of a Collie dog and his apple tree. It has been published in two of my books, and is one of only two poems that I have on display at home, (the other being a tribute to Ty-Ty our Yorkie. )
This verse is a factual account, of a Collie dog and his apple tree. It has been published in two of my books, and is one of only two poems that I have on display at home, (the other being a tribute to Ty-Ty our Yorkie. )
Casey and Lord Lambourne
The old apple tree was gnarled and bent
In a garden neglected for years
A robin was perched in the branches
And his sweet song delighted my ears
As I stood gazing out of the window
The tree seemed so sad and alone
That we purchased the house with its garden
And set about making it home
As the winter turned into springtime
We tended our garden with care
The family agreed unanimously
To keep the old apple tree there
And the tree exploded in blossom
Fit for a bridal cascade
Whilst we worked each day in the garden
Our collie dog slept in it's shade
The collie adopted that old apple tree
Through the years it became Casey's place
The Apple Tree must have adopted the dog
For it flourished in style and with grace
Casey passed on, and that old tree knew
The leaves fell as if they were tears,
And the tree died as though it felt sorrow;
For the collie it shaded for years
© Vonnie Pearce
The old apple tree was gnarled and bent
In a garden neglected for years
A robin was perched in the branches
And his sweet song delighted my ears
As I stood gazing out of the window
The tree seemed so sad and alone
That we purchased the house with its garden
And set about making it home
As the winter turned into springtime
We tended our garden with care
The family agreed unanimously
To keep the old apple tree there
And the tree exploded in blossom
Fit for a bridal cascade
Whilst we worked each day in the garden
Our collie dog slept in it's shade
The collie adopted that old apple tree
Through the years it became Casey's place
The Apple Tree must have adopted the dog
For it flourished in style and with grace
Casey passed on, and that old tree knew
The leaves fell as if they were tears,
And the tree died as though it felt sorrow;
For the collie it shaded for years
© Vonnie Pearce
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The Plan
This one was published in Life's Tapestries:-
I like this one, it makes me smile when ever I look back at it.
regards
Brambling
This one was published in Life's Tapestries:-
The Plan
'Neath the hollow by the spinney
Embryos of Spring at rest,
Await the tell tale signs from Mother
As they snuggle to her breast.
When Mother starts to wake from slumber,
And Winters snows all melt away,
The miracle of life will happen,
As sure as nightime follows day.
The fauna of the forests waiting,
Know that sunshine follows rain.
They understand our Mother's seasons,
And trust she will provide again.
A Raven from his roost is cawing,
He knows that soon days will be bright,
The miracle of life is coming,
As sure as daytime follows night.
Thus it's been throughout the seasons,
Since Mother Earth devised her plan,
Each season brings about the balance,
As it has since time began.
© Vonnie Pearce.
'Neath the hollow by the spinney
Embryos of Spring at rest,
Await the tell tale signs from Mother
As they snuggle to her breast.
When Mother starts to wake from slumber,
And Winters snows all melt away,
The miracle of life will happen,
As sure as nightime follows day.
The fauna of the forests waiting,
Know that sunshine follows rain.
They understand our Mother's seasons,
And trust she will provide again.
A Raven from his roost is cawing,
He knows that soon days will be bright,
The miracle of life is coming,
As sure as daytime follows night.
Thus it's been throughout the seasons,
Since Mother Earth devised her plan,
Each season brings about the balance,
As it has since time began.
© Vonnie Pearce.
I like this one, it makes me smile when ever I look back at it.
regards
Brambling
christineredgate
Winner of the Copeland Wildlife Photographer of th
Thankyou,Vonnie,two lovely poems.
Colin's Carrier Pigeons
Mickeymouse asked me to post this here, it is a tongue in cheek verse that I wrote for a teacher who once confided in me, that he thought "Carrier Pigeons
are more reliable than those ruddy machines, that lose everything you write on them." I gave him this verse on his retirement, it was never intended for publication, but I hope you enjoy the humour.
Colins' Carrier Pigeons
Colin kept carrier pigeons,
On the old school yard, by the green.
He encouraged the pupils to feed them with corn
And ensure that their bedding was clean.
But then came an OFSTED Inspection,
They told Colin "Oh deary me!"
"This falls short of comm-uni-cation.
We suggest that you study I.T.!"
So Colin acquired a computer,
And daily he struggled to find...
The U.R.Ls and his 'inbox'
(Then he found out he wasn't online.)
Still he refused to be beaten,
And an idea popped into his head.
I need an expert to help me!
So he sent for his pigeon - named Fred.
Though Fred knew nought of computers,
He strutted around on the keys,
Tweaking a button here and there,
(For his master he wanted to please.)
Eventually Colin got logged on,
And he sent off an E-mail or two.
Fred realised he might be redundant
Sadly back to his loft perch he flew.
But, poor Colin, hated computers,
He knew that his kind heart desired,
To spend time with his Carrier Pigeons
So he told folks, "It's time I retired."
He told Fred about his decision,
Fred cooed and asked "So that's that?"
Then to Colin's delight, the pigeons took flight
And crapped on the Inspector's hat!!
© Vonnie Pearce
regards Vonnie
Mickeymouse asked me to post this here, it is a tongue in cheek verse that I wrote for a teacher who once confided in me, that he thought "Carrier Pigeons
are more reliable than those ruddy machines, that lose everything you write on them." I gave him this verse on his retirement, it was never intended for publication, but I hope you enjoy the humour.
Colins' Carrier Pigeons
Colin kept carrier pigeons,
On the old school yard, by the green.
He encouraged the pupils to feed them with corn
And ensure that their bedding was clean.
But then came an OFSTED Inspection,
They told Colin "Oh deary me!"
"This falls short of comm-uni-cation.
We suggest that you study I.T.!"
So Colin acquired a computer,
And daily he struggled to find...
The U.R.Ls and his 'inbox'
(Then he found out he wasn't online.)
Still he refused to be beaten,
And an idea popped into his head.
I need an expert to help me!
So he sent for his pigeon - named Fred.
Though Fred knew nought of computers,
He strutted around on the keys,
Tweaking a button here and there,
(For his master he wanted to please.)
Eventually Colin got logged on,
And he sent off an E-mail or two.
Fred realised he might be redundant
Sadly back to his loft perch he flew.
But, poor Colin, hated computers,
He knew that his kind heart desired,
To spend time with his Carrier Pigeons
So he told folks, "It's time I retired."
He told Fred about his decision,
Fred cooed and asked "So that's that?"
Then to Colin's delight, the pigeons took flight
And crapped on the Inspector's hat!!
© Vonnie Pearce
regards Vonnie
Mickymouse
Ubuntu Linux user
Hi Vonnnie
Love it, love it great to see it here.
Mick
Love it, love it great to see it here.
Mick
