Sandhill Poems - Poems about Sandhill

...redheads crowding street rental car moves slowly by - long-legged sandhill cranes ......Read the rest...

...A descension of value bows night scenes, the purple canopy edges its hoist, spirits cool Platte River to lose its sheen, Nebraskans wake to clarion fields voiced. A loyal guest calls, it's the Sa......Read the rest...

...Where the sandhill cranes gather, I stand and watch the swans preen In the morning sun near the bridge Alone, except for a circling vulture All denizens of the lowland culture, Passi......Read the rest...

...i'm afraid we might be making funerals of our our life's moon asking the night's darkness to become our medium of sight ask me— who sees this emptiness that the eyes speak of ask the saints of he......Read the rest...

...September’s end descended swiftly on the island of Manitou, as dark clouds and strong winds vanquished yesterday’s sun, bringing gray skies and cold rain. In the fields, sandhill cranes gather,......Read the rest...

...In wet dusk air we Watched as you stalked across Traffic to the pond......Read the rest...

...It was a long hike before they reached the campsite, and sunlight was fading with the slight threat of rain. Mandy was weary and Jeff's mood was quite dreary. There was much yet to prepare before ......Read the rest...

...Turtle heard that Salt Woman was on the road again, and he was wanting a taste of her. Some miles from Cochiti, he stopped for directions at a Speedway gas station. The dwarf who ran the garage ......Read the rest...

...freeze you bitter sky skittish three trumpeting call- dark legs trail behind 11/21/2018......Read the rest...

...Here is a time of anticipation, hammocks poised for the days afternoon rain. Glaring diamond sun, horizon ink black, breezes stir hot thick air, thunder clouds call. Sandhill Cranes graze in a ......Read the rest...

...June 11, 2016 I sit on the balcony of a research station in Georgian Bay, disconnected from the world. The vast waters open up before me, with the rocky beach expanding off to each side, A blue ......Read the rest...

...LOOK AT EM CRAWLING... At the old Darreel pub out near Mungindi.... Trapper Joe he rode up, he come from Boggabri... The DTs were bad with this poor old bugger Jack... Look at em crawling he di......Read the rest...

...Pink and grey walls rise like castle parapets Reflecting the sunrise in golden hues I ride along the canyon to the sound of leather Creaking softly in the tranquil mountain air Sweat and horse,......Read the rest...

...I have a name for my husband. One that can be repeated. I call him cowboy. But he tells me I am wrong. He never redeoed, nor a Saturday night cowboy was he. And he was way to young for the cattl......Read the rest...