Outdoors Poems - Poems about Outdoors

The outdoors. Underground is where they live. We walk mostly above ground. We see flowers and walk on the trails. The outdoors. There are snakes but they get out of our way. Trees fall down mysteriously. They say it’s natural. The outdoors. The busy road does exist in the background. I cross streets and bridges...

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A dozen willows in the park A shady grove on the lawn Eleven tall trees in the sun And one dark stump in the shade. They invite me to join them here: Yes, I'd like to sit here, The fresh breeze and cool shade, With the damp earth, and the rough bark. In the sun, children play games and laugh A mother shares lunch...

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It took me years of training to move my legs like this, gliding over the granular on long feet with curved width, to make my legs flail left and right, my upper half stock-still, balancing and countering so I won’t take a spill, I’m going about forty-five, but I’ve got no steel cage, just long blades cutting through the white, so long as it behaves. Gravity is...

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THE WALK The sun shines on Benarty On a nice warm summers day, The bairns have got their clothes on And they all want out to play. l make them all some breakfast And the kids all eat their fill, Then I will take them on an adventure And go up Benarty hill. I will fill the bag with picnic food Then throw it over...

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Hiking in the forest, My feet crunching on the leaves that have fallen to the ground from the trees that surround me. Hiking uphill to the top of the mountain To a scenic viewpoint that awaits me. The viewpoint, Its breathtaking. A beautiful dark blue sky with colorful clouds and a rainbow. And in the distance my eyes spot the gorgeous blue...

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Autumn is one of the best seasons Simply for a few very different reasons, The weather permits for all outdoors social events Relief from the temperature of the suns torments, Enjoy lunch or dinner out on a restaurants patio Cool nights to enjoy walks for last round of cardio, Walk your furry companion without heat stroke worry You can enjoy outings without...

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October’s voices sing to the rhythm of my soul- Calling me to come, Urging me to experience anew The bounty of her being. She is poetry Moved in repetition yearly, Enticing me to journey into the outside To play while the sun shines still and The wind blows warmly. “Come! Taste the richness of my colors. See the fragrant late blooms. Hear the reds and yellows,...

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The mountains roll, the mountains ride, they cut a swath across the sky; the mountains rise, the mountains drop, if dirt gets going, it don’t stop; the mountains loom, the mountains bock, amongst their valleys, you are locked; the mountains breathe, the mountains blow, funnel storms to the lands below; the mountains gleam, the mountains stun, and glow within the morning sun; the mountains crack,...

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He circles around this rustic boat launch, the locals know he nests in the pine trees, fish bone at the base tell of his last lunch, these birds like water, big lakes and sea. White heads draw the eye, even if far off, it’s clear why most men think them majestic, he looks better still plunging for the waves, into a trout...

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pray tell what to do when a tree looks at you with those sullen sunken knotty eyes and then as he flashes those spindly twig lashes and sappy tears when it comes to goodbyes ...

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CREATING A GARDEN To create a garden from scratch, Can seem so daunting, But with a plan to hatch, Is so marvellous and rewarding!! Researching about the soil, Choosing so many varieties of seeds, Climate change and wind directions, Not to mention the digging out the weeds!! Lots of sketching and gardening books, So full of vibrant, colourful flowers, Planting the new plants I brought, I have...

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oh the great outdoors brings peace to mind and happiness to soul...

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Martin Softly spoken, conscientious, thoughtful, union man, The proud son of a nurse, no stranger to, “the pan”, Loving the blues and blue grass, I’m a Bolton Wanderers fan, Feeling hopeful, happy or sad, I walk outdoors when I can, Fearing for the grand-kids, the planet, the common man, Hoping for peace in Gaza, Ukraine and Sudan, Bolton, North West England, made...

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I cycled to Hawthorne before the dawn, Saw a deer on Taxter Road leading a fawn. I reached a field of the kids little League. Waited for the train, too pumped for fatigue. The train passed by lakes of Croton Falls, At Ten Mile River I heard a bird’s calls At Wassaic, calmed down on Deep Hollow Road, By purple flowers, a...

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hello my dear friend better to turn off this screen do not waste your time See you next .......

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