I Like Writing Bird, Nature & Pastoral Poetry

Pastoral poems usually make use of an idyllic setting, one that is completely, or almost entirely, removed from society. Usually, there is a single narrator who is engaging with the natural landscape in a meaningful way....promoting a simpler, more natural life. (Poem Analysis) I have poems about birds, Autumn, insects, weather, etc. I will be sharing them here. I mostly write free verse but sometimes I write rhyming verse.

If you like writing this kind of poetry or have some fav nature poems written by others, please share here in my diary. I will be trying to find images for those that I share but you don't have to have an image.

OPEN YOUR EYES

Such beauty in nature I behold,

Though darkness oft' the world doth give.

But with my eyes do I enfold,

The joy of trees and birds that live.


So open eyes and look around.

Such beauty in the world to see.

For glorious nature doth abound.

Rivers, lakes and streams do be.

***

TWO DOGS PLAYING IN THE SNOW

I saw two dogs playing in the snow.
They seemed preoccupied, though
They did look up once or twice.

They rolled around with vapor breath,
And hopped and jumped.
Under the snow they uncovered in spots,
Lay patches of grass the color of they,
Golden brown and pale like wheat.

Were they wild? I could not tell
As I quietly leaned over the concrete rail
Of the bridge that crossed the wintry stream.

They made no sound as they rolled around,
But panted and twisted upon the ground,
In spite of me as I looked down.

The bank was frozen along the stream,
But the two young dogs cared not, it seemed.
They played among the crackly tangle
Of frozen, prickly brush, and from my angle,
They seemed content.

***

23 PIGEONS

23 pigeons play in my yard.
They eat, they drink, they frolic.
With breasts puffed out
And chins tucked in,
They run.
And then with one accord,
With a flip of one loose feather,
They rise like a tide
And are gone.
And me and the feather
Are alone.

THEY ARE SO FREE

I wish that I could
Fly up in the trees,
And be like birds,
They are so free it seems.
I feel their joy,
Though earthbound I may be.
I enjoy the flight of the birds
That I see.

"The bird pecks my window.
Peck, peck, peck.
Bang! Goes the shotgun.
You pain in the neck."

THEIR NATURE CALLS

From here to there.
From this yard to the next.
The birds hip and hop,
Seeming to never stop.
Anywhere they are free to go.
But go out they don't have to at all.
Except their nature
To each of them calls.
They can do as they please.
Staying or going.
They can do as they please.

***

you still around dailyartycrafe?? - here's one of my early nature poems

A never never day

I sat in frangipani glade
the dogs stretched out in midday haze
the seaward breeze moved gentle leaves
this never never land can freeze!

the early morns now cool and sharp
Gone is that humid apple tart
but still the sun creeps up the sky
and by midday has drooped the eye

just sit it out till twilight comes
and off shore breezes hum their tunes
the never never freeze at night
need canvas swag till bleak sunlight

the welcome tinge of daylight dawns
as dew hangs heavy, still not warm
the 'billy' lets off steam not dew
and soon cold hands have thawed anew

davey © 2023

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you still around dailyartycrafe?? - here's one of my early nature poems

A never never day

I sat in frangipani glade
the dogs stretched out in midday haze
the seaward breeze moved gentle leaves
this never never land can freeze!

the early morns now cool and sharp
Gone is that humid apple tart
but still the sun creeps up the sky
and by midday has drooped the eye

just sit it out till twilight comes
and off shore breezes hum their tunes
the never never freeze at night
need canvas swag till bleak sunlight

the welcome tinge of daylight dawns
as dew hangs heavy, still not warm
the 'billy' lets off steam not dew
and soon cold hands have thawed anew

davey © 2023

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Hello Davey! Yes, still here. Planning to add a poem today. I like your first line. It is so expectant. I found out that frangipani is type of plumeria flower. They're very pretty and come in a variety of colors. The whole first stanza is lovely.

Other fav lines in your expressive nature poem are:

but still the sun creeps up the sky
and by midday has drooped the eye

the never never freeze at night
need canvas swag till bleak sunlight

the welcome tinge of daylight dawns
as dew hangs heavy, still not warm

I enjoyed reading this. It almost lulled me to sleep. Thanks for sharing.

Sandi

AT MY WINDOW LOOKING OUT

A touch of sun upon the morn’.
A beautiful morning will be born.

Birds are hopping in the grass.
In the crystal dew they bask.

Squirrels fritter to and fro.
Upon the grass the morning glow.

And at my window sitting I
Enjoy the beauty with a sigh.

***

Never Never Landscapes

they stand unmoving in the sun
these never never sentinels
they watch aloof as we pass by
this is 'our land' the old catch cry

from granite outcrop; gnarled twisted trees
in harmony they catch the breeze
we've been here from the dawn of time
your cameras can't see our minds

we've watched the rivers twist and turn
grow into sand and then return
we shared this land with those we knew
would save the gifts the gods imbued

and then we watched the concrete streams
cut through the land fractured 'dreamtime' dreams
you didn't want to touch our stone
rest 'neath our trees; hear hunting calls

you stayed upon your concrete streams
lived your lives with man-made dreams
you turned your backs on all the Gods
who forged this 'never never' lodge

but we still stand; unmoved, unmanned
we'll watch you die and turn to sand
then welcome back the roaring streams
and hear once more the 'dreamtime' dreams

the concrete streams will crack and break
and trees break through with green replace
we're called the 'never never' land
twas crafted with almighty hand!

Davey © 2023

these are two distinct aussie bush poems that came from the environment I live and once worked in

HOT SUMMER DAYS

I love the breeze.
I dread the hot, summer days,
When everything will be still.
When no breeze will stir,
Though the summer bird will trill.

Sunrise In Color

Morning arises and spreads
Beauty and hope
To all
Who will see.