Shawn L. Bird

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poem-sun dreams August 20, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:51 pm
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Out the smallest window

verdant velvet valleys glisten green,

fold under blue grey hills

beneath a sky without a touch of cloud.

Today dew settles on leaves and reflects

the illumination of heaven.

 

poem- modern inconvenience July 5, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:23 pm
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The panorama of lake and hills

lies peacefully before me.

The  susurration of wind

the patter of rain on

leaves and pine needles

is mountain music.

Heaven on earth

marred by

that incessant RV A/C.*

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*Recreational Vehicle Air Conditioning

 

OMG it just turned off!   (and the very next minute the music started.  Sigh).

 

poem- greeting May 31, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:31 pm
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So welcome are you

the eagle soars to your window

and grebes dance across the water,

all eager to hear your

words on the lake.

 

poem- marmot love May 7, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:15 pm
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Along the road

the marmots sit on their haunches

beautiful fur coats

glistening shades of light and dark.

They sit, admiring the view,

enjoying the sun,

sharing chirping whistles while

watching the antics of the tourists:

Canada Geese in town

for a romantic vacation.

Two marmots crane their necks

to watch the blue heron

high-stepping in the marsh

and cuddle next to one another;

Marmot-ly loving

on their porch

watching the world go by.

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Marmots are pudgy rodents, about 20″ long, and prone to curious investigation.  They kind of look like beavers, but with a bushy squirrel tail.  There is a colony living in the ditch along the TransCanada Hwy at Canoe, BC that I pass every day.  They are very cute.  If you disturb them, they whistle warnings to one another.  They’re pests, because they dig, but they don’t seem to annoy anyone where they’re at right now (a few years), so hopefully they’ll be allowed to stay.  They’re quite entertaining. Yesterday one rose up on his haunches to balance on his back legs like a pudgy little man as I drove by, and made me laugh out loud.  

Here’s a nice photo of one: http://www.cascadesgallery.com/image.php?set=9&id=2

 

 

poem- quilted drive April 15, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:42 pm
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I drive a lime aphid

along a grey ribbon,

through rippling hills

and valleys of

green velvet

along teal satin waters

beneath a blue silk sky

dusted with tufts of batting fluff.

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(The aphid is actually a Beetle, but the colour is right). 😉

 

poem-duck advice April 10, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:40 am
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Duck:

observe the legato ease of

geese relaxing in their Vs,

or eagles, reaching out their sides

to slice the skies,

even the tiny wren flies

from tree to tree efficiently,

but you,

you flap

over-happily

like a rattlepated,

frenzied drunk,

Duck.

 

poem-magic mirror March 31, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:55 am
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The lake has captured the sky

reflecting clouds on blue silk,

shore lines doubled,

snow dusted trees, like brushes,

paint mist

suspended half way between reality

in a magic mirror of spring.

 

 
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