Poetry's in the Air!
 

Hi Folks, They say that Poetry is songs without music - so here is a couple of my poems! hey hey hey!



Ghost of the long lost snipe.

A long time ago when I lived up north
There was a field of rushes
Most times I walked through it
I oft’ surprised a snipe
That exploded from it’s rushy home
Zigzagging on rapid wings

Then when spring came on those pink tinged eves
And the green grass became alive
The snipe would buzz high in the sky
As it made it’s dizzy dive
Up and down, up and down
But I never found a snipe’s nest – no never!

Now they built a road through the snipe’s abode
And many houses too
So the snipe does buzz no more
Only thing that does are the engines of all those cars
As they pollute the once clean air
And stop the running of the mad march hare
Beneath the ghost of the long lost snipe.




On Viking wings.

On Viking wings
The peregrine swings
Through curves of cold blue air

Over ancient hills
The steel blue plumes
Support effortless motion

The curlew cries
The wild duck dives
The walker stops in awe

Like a cruise missile
Or a Saxon arrow
Through history of England’s time

From royal glove to slatey perch
From ancient fists
The bird did carve it’s way

Through gold ringed eyes
And spitfire shadows
The peregrine spots it’s target

Now see it fly
As the plover broods
The racing pigeon flutters

Aye it flutters from the sky
As the falcon grabs and carries it.
Back in Burnley someone’s pigeon won’t come home again!


21st February 2007!