Wildlife Poetry
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Ground and Sky on Wilden Marsh
Ground and Sky on Wilden Marsh Buzzards sweep and wheel above, carving freedom in a fiery…
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A Marsh Queen Cloaked in Red
A Marsh Queen Cloaked in Red She does not strut. She slides. Low and lean through…
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THE NIGHT ARRIVES
As dusk’s rich vistas slip away, And daylight begins its slow decay. High-pitched squeaks take sudden…
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Ode to Wilden Marsh
Ode to Wilden Marsh Dawn is slow to gather this morning, hanging back over the river,…
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The Walking Tree
The Walking Tree has stood alongside the Tenant Farmer’s Corridor for decades, watching over the Flooded…