This is a collection of poems that I wrote about nature and wildlife, and our interactions with the natural world.
Often, for their amusement, bored sailorstake albatrosses, vast sea-birds, that sleepin the air, indolent fellow travellers,following the ship skimming the deep.No sooner are they set down on the boards,than those kings of the azure, maladroit, shamefully...
You can stand among the sailorsAnchored yet within the bay;You can lend a hand to help themAs they launch their boat away.If you are too weak to journeyUp the mountain steep and high,You can stand within the valleyWhile the multitudes go by;You can chant in happy measureAs they slowly...
"October is nature's funeral month. Nature glories in death more than in life. The month of departure is more beautiful than the month of coming - October than May. Every green thin loves to die in bright colors." - Henry Ward Beecher "Your tombstone stands among the rest; neglected and...
. jade, And his nightingale reigning in the mulberry shade, And sailors and soldiers on the sea-sands brown, And priests who bowed them down to your song — By the city called Han, the peacock town, By the city called Han, the nightingale town, The nightingale town.” Then sang the ...
The sailors, hearing the female Halycon sing, prepared to die, safe however around mid-December, when these birds make their nests, and one knows that then the sea will be calm. Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so melodiously that even the life of those who hear them is not...
“There but for the grace of God.” What vain oath, or what wicked spell, Canted when confronted by the odd could better our presumption tame and tell? For when we see the hungry or the poor, the teeming wretched refuse of the Earth, ...
. jade, And his nightingale reigning in the mulberry shade, And sailors and soldiers on the sea-sands brown, And priests who bowed them down to your song -- By the city called Han, the peacock town, By the city called Han, the nightingale town, The nightingale town." Then sang the ...
But the sailors shout as they haul away,And merrily sing, for its naught care theyFor the wind that screams on the lee,Or a gray day out at sea. 6. Going to the Moon by Earl Graham I’m going to the moon tonightin a boat with big white sailsand you can come too if you want...