Wattle Poems - Poems about Wattle

Thoughts like entries in a old maritime log; They're kenneled on a shelf like a dog; From a ship; dry docked in a bottle, Within a remote hut; of daub and wattle, In my mistakes, perhaps there were no lessons found worth learning; My mind keeps them in a structure; that could so easily be set to burning I have no...

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A poet Serenaded his love By waterfall An view At the end Of a mountain valley Full of Wattle blossom blooms For he knew That magic week In spring When the wattle blossom Bloomed again Filling a mountain valley With perfume And a poets heart With love...

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For many years, the creek, ran passed as a drain, Polluted and unloved; a poisoned murky vein. A favoured dumping place, for household unwanted things - out of sight, out of mind; and no good what it brings. Life was almost non-existent in the creek and weed infestation makes it sad and bleak, but turning a blind eye has gone too...

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Hope you know what a wattle is Miss Wattle It's a fleshy, wrinkled, fold of skin Hanging from the throats of chickens and turkeys You're much prettier and much more trim I don't see a wattle hanging down from your neck If fact you have very gorgeous neck Probably getting myself into a bit of hot water Oh well, too late now,...

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A Wattle, nearly 80 Smoots high. decided one fine spring day that some way it was going to fly. “It was going to fly ?”, said I “No way, Jose, not today.” The Wattle, not discouraged actually looked somewhat smug. It had me puzzled and worried. What did he have buried, a magic genie’s flying rug? He pulled out his magic deck of Pumperdinkle flavored tarot...

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