The Gift by Dave FitzgeraldThe shadow of the great oak grows long
Over a field striped by a farmers plough,
A protective lark warbles a warning song,
Shielding its young on the great oaks bough.
Alongside the tree runs a maroon hedgrow
Shading life with its rambling tendrils,
A hedgehog family shelters in the undergrowth
While a squirrel shows off its nut-hunting skills.
Colours as resounding to the eye
As a ripple of church bells is to the ear,
A symphony on the canvas of life,
A classical arrangement of shades so clear.
Circling the majestic tree is a kestrel in flight,
While over the ridged open land stands a golden hind.
Aah, what a wonderful gift is sight,
Open your eyes for even the sighted can be blind.
07/30/2005
Posted on 07/30/2005 Copyright © 2024 Dave Fitzgerald
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Heide McAlister-Bates on 08/01/05 at 05:19 PM I rather like the last line - welcome to pathetic, Dave. |
Posted by Charles E Minshall on 09/04/05 at 06:11 AM Nice imagery Dave...Charlie |
Posted by Alisa Js on 01/09/07 at 01:58 AM What a wonderful poem here and a great testimony to the powers of observation. All that our eyes can see are indeed gifts. Thank you for sharing them with us through your eyes.. aloha..;-) |
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