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A Sunday Walk With The Dogs.
Contributed by
cashfan1
on
Saturday, 29th May 2010 @ 06:51:02 AM in AEST
Topic:
NaturePoetry
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The sunday silent fields are baking
Hard in the kiln of early summer sun
And the petite Willow Warbler is hanging lazily in the heat,
While from faraway a peel of sunday bells
Echo across the steaming mountains.
I open the gate and enter freedom, the dogs eager to roam.
From a copse half a mile away a cuckoo calls
And from the forestry planation, with a pistol like rat a tat, rat a tat,
The woodpecker recites the verse of the woods.
The boxer dog scrambles, his stump wagging his tiger stripes,
Through brambles at the edge of the clearing, and in the upper branches,
Watching carefully, a squeral washes his paws, then in a flash
Is lost to the high branches, leaf and twig.
The huge mastiff is feeling the heat now, his usual proud posture is slumping slighty
Like a mid day flower in search of shade and cool water.
The dogs stop for a moment testing the air with monkey faces
Screwed tight against the heat, then a black bird calls to her mate
And her silly grin illuminates her shadey hedgerow kingdom.
Onwards and upwards along the track that leads to the lake,
A vast glacial sump of mountain water, clear and cool and welcome.
The dogs plunge in watched by the vast peaks and the lonely outposts of my mind.
Above, a Red Kite circles, and a group of crows perform sumersults,
The sultry air between the lake and mountains,
A perfect stage on which to perform.
I lay back on the grassy bank and watch the dogs,
Two clowns in a circus of total freedom,
A freedom I claim as my own.
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cashfan1
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Re: A Sunday Walk With The Dogs.
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by northernlights on
Saturday, 29th May 2010 @ 07:45:36 AM AEST
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| Two clowns in a circus of total freedom a freedom I claim as my own, can picture this contented scene and again you have taken my eyes to see where you walk and where your heart is, great write |
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Re: A Sunday Walk With The Dogs.
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by rambo56 on
Sunday, 30th May 2010 @ 08:38:52 AM AEST
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| great words nice wriote |
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Re: A Sunday Walk With The Dogs.
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by spud on
Monday, 31st May 2010 @ 01:10:59 PM AEST
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Hi
Well, I can only speak for myself and this reader
was 'transported.'
If Poetry does this, what more can we ask of it?
Excellent write!
Tommy
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