"hoofprint" poems - Hello Poetry

We were, almost, inseparable They thought us twins Before I went off to school Leaving you behind We had adventures Wondering wild All around our tiny home town. We farmed monster ***** We carted around Building them dams In someone's muddy back yard. You put the garden fork Right through your foot And ran all the way home On your own. I wonder if there is still a mark there. I'd ask if we still spoke Of anything other than the weather like adults. I'd ask If you remember The creature in the dam That roared up out of the dark water But turned into the quivering old bull Who fell in. He was still magical And caught us that fat fish we took home And cooked up for supper Hoofprint and all.

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Sep 10, 2015

Sep 10, 2015 at 2:17 AM UTC

sam-vaghi

memories

We were, almost, inseparable They thought us twins Before I went off to school Leaving you behind We had adventures Wondering wild All around our tiny home town. We farmed monster ***** We carted around Building them dams In someone's muddy back yard. You put the garden fork Right through your foot And ran all the way home On your own. I wonder if there is still a mark there. I'd ask if we still spoke Of anything other than the weather like adults. I'd ask If you remember The creature in the dam That roared up out of the dark water But turned into the quivering old bull Who fell in. He was still magical And caught us that fat fish we took home And cooked up for supper Hoofprint and all.

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Grey October dawning, mist hangs low in woodland Fading is the season, beech and oak leaves falling Tangled are the brambles, overgrown and berried Spider in her leaf-hide, sees her web bejewelled Drowsy cattle standing, breath and wet flank steaming Sunrise gleams on water, streamlet coldly flowing Wasted grasses leaning, trampled under hoofprint Fern and mosses greening, close by wall of sandstone Early sings the sparrow, yarrow flowers whiting Sluggish flies the bee now, nectar scarce inviting Owl in tall tree sleeping, shuns the day awaking Fox in earthen breastwork, sated now from hunting Rabbit sniffs the morning, burrow mouth beguiling Scent of mould and mushroom, undergrowth pervading Fallen tree trunk rotting, spotted red with fungus Naked roots stand grasping, fingers locked in death throe Down in dew clean meadow, foal lies red and stillborn Sadly stands the old mare, one year past her blessing Nevermore to call home her stallion by evening Hidden in the hawthorn, behind the leaves a-turning Carrion crow watches, waiting for her leaving Patience is his virtue, soon to know the feeding.

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Jan 28, 2018

Jan 28, 2018 at 10:52 AM UTC

al-drood

Carrion Crow

Grey October dawning, mist hangs low in woodland Fading is the season, beech and oak leaves falling Tangled are the brambles, overgrown and berried Spider in her leaf-hide, sees her web bejewelled Drowsy cattle standing, breath and wet flank steaming Sunrise gleams on water, streamlet coldly flowing Wasted grasses leaning, trampled under hoofprint Fern and mosses greening, close by wall of sandstone Early sings the sparrow, yarrow flowers whiting Sluggish flies the bee now, nectar scarce inviting Owl in tall tree sleeping, shuns the day awaking Fox in earthen breastwork, sated now from hunting Rabbit sniffs the morning, burrow mouth beguiling Scent of mould and mushroom, undergrowth pervading Fallen tree trunk rotting, spotted red with fungus Naked roots stand grasping, fingers locked in death throe Down in dew clean meadow, foal lies red and stillborn Sadly stands the old mare, one year past her blessing Nevermore to call home her stallion by evening Hidden in the hawthorn, behind the leaves a-turning Carrion crow watches, waiting for her leaving Patience is his virtue, soon to know the feeding.

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Grey October dawning, mist hangs low in woodland Fading is the season, beech and oak leaves falling Tangled are the brambles, overgrown and berried Spider in her leaf-hide, sees her web bejewelled Drowsy cattle standing, breath and wet flank steaming Sunrise gleams on water, streamlet coldly flowing Wasted grasses leaning, trampled under hoofprint Fern and mosses greening, close by wall of sandstone Early sings the sparrow, yarrow flowers whiting Sluggish flies the bee now, nectar scarce inviting Owl in tall tree sleeping, shuns the day awaking Fox in earthen breastwork, sated now from hunting Rabbit sniffs the morning, burrow mouth beguiling Scent of mould and mushroom, undergrowth pervading Fallen tree trunk rotting, spotted red with fungus Naked roots stand grasping, fingers locked in death throe Down in dew washed meadow, foal lies red and stillborn Sadly stands the old mare, one year past her blessing Nevermore to call home her stallion by evening Hidden in the hawthorn, by blood-red berries dripping Carrion crow watches, waiting for her leaving Patience is his virtue, soon to know the feeding.

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Oct 21, 2018

Oct 21, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC

al-drood

Carrion Crow

Grey October dawning, mist hangs low in woodland Fading is the season, beech and oak leaves falling Tangled are the brambles, overgrown and berried Spider in her leaf-hide, sees her web bejewelled Drowsy cattle standing, breath and wet flank steaming Sunrise gleams on water, streamlet coldly flowing Wasted grasses leaning, trampled under hoofprint Fern and mosses greening, close by wall of sandstone Early sings the sparrow, yarrow flowers whiting Sluggish flies the bee now, nectar scarce inviting Owl in tall tree sleeping, shuns the day awaking Fox in earthen breastwork, sated now from hunting Rabbit sniffs the morning, burrow mouth beguiling Scent of mould and mushroom, undergrowth pervading Fallen tree trunk rotting, spotted red with fungus Naked roots stand grasping, fingers locked in death throe Down in dew washed meadow, foal lies red and stillborn Sadly stands the old mare, one year past her blessing Nevermore to call home her stallion by evening Hidden in the hawthorn, by blood-red berries dripping Carrion crow watches, waiting for her leaving Patience is his virtue, soon to know the feeding.

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Grey October dawning, mist hangs low in woodland Fading is the season, beech and oak leaves falling Tangled are the brambles, overgrown and berried Spider in her leaf-hide, sees her web bejewelled Drowsy cattle standing, breath and wet flank steaming Sunrise gleams on water, streamlet coldly flowing Wasted grasses leaning, trampled under hoofprint Fern and mosses greening, close by wall of sandstone Early sings the sparrow, yarrow flowers whiting Sluggish flies the bee now, nectar scarce inviting Owl in tall tree sleeping, shuns the day awaking Fox in earthen breastwork, sated now from hunting Rabbit sniffs the morning, burrow mouth beguiling Scent of mould and mushroom, undergrowth pervading Fallen tree trunk rotting, spotted red with fungus Naked roots stand grasping, fingers locked in death throe Down in dew washed meadow, foal lies red and stillborn Sadly stands the old mare, one year past her blessing Nevermore to call home her stallion by evening Hidden in the hawthorn, by blood-red berries dripping Carrion crow watches, waiting for her leaving Patience is his virtue, soon to know the feeding.

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Oct 19, 2019

Oct 19, 2019 at 6:08 AM UTC

al-drood

CARRION CROW

Grey October dawning, mist hangs low in woodland Fading is the season, beech and oak leaves falling Tangled are the brambles, overgrown and berried Spider in her leaf-hide, sees her web bejewelled Drowsy cattle standing, breath and wet flank steaming Sunrise gleams on water, streamlet coldly flowing Wasted grasses leaning, trampled under hoofprint Fern and mosses greening, close by wall of sandstone Early sings the sparrow, yarrow flowers whiting Sluggish flies the bee now, nectar scarce inviting Owl in tall tree sleeping, shuns the day awaking Fox in earthen breastwork, sated now from hunting Rabbit sniffs the morning, burrow mouth beguiling Scent of mould and mushroom, undergrowth pervading Fallen tree trunk rotting, spotted red with fungus Naked roots stand grasping, fingers locked in death throe Down in dew washed meadow, foal lies red and stillborn Sadly stands the old mare, one year past her blessing Nevermore to call home her stallion by evening Hidden in the hawthorn, by blood-red berries dripping Carrion crow watches, waiting for her leaving Patience is his virtue, soon to know the feeding.

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