NaPoWriMo 2015 – Day 22

Today our Cedar Bark Poets have been challenged to write a pastoral poem. Traditionally, pastoral poems involved various shepherdesses and shepherds talking about love and fields, but yours can really just be a poem that engages with nature. One great way of going about this is simply to take a look outside your window, or take a walk around a local park. What’s happening in the yard and the trees? What’s blooming and what’s taking flight?

Submission #1

She is a warrior of nature
He a knight against backdrop azure
Beautiful,majestic and mature
Intelligently both so assured
Astounding width-great wing span
8 feet..broader then tallest man
Brown feathers stretched out wide
White heads,eyes flash with pride
Thermal winds all day they glide
Wilderness in every act
Live to 20 years,in fact
Yellow beak,ferocious bite
Eyes follow swift, sharp like knifes
Talons rush in quietly,surprise not fight
Yet so tenderly,tenderly
As careful as any mom and dad could be
Do they carry sticks,make a nest
Mother Nature’s creatures very best
What nurturing grace they both model
Builds above the roaring sea
Top of the tallest largest tree
Her and mate start a family.
2 eggs carefully,lovingly coddled
Finally cracked shell so tough
Newborn eaglets,sure enough
Wobbly heads-bright white fluff
2 days old -not strong or tough
As I watch I feel my heart falling
Deeply,I love this mated pair
Parenting gently while so aware
To the world,such fierce stares
To their 2 babies..deep primal care
Spring brings new life to all
Perfect beauty,I am enthralled
Blessings,babies,thrive and grow
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Submission #2

The Unseen Shepherd

how do petals get puled down
what moves the pollen around

unseen hand, bending branch as shepherds crook
something must guide the path the winds took
the misshapen branch shook
what leads the wind, how does it know how through the branches fingered leafed fins not to hook

what guides in the new season and move out the old,
Makes swarm of pink blossoms shakes in the breeze cold
and on an old tulip, a bell tolled
what forces here have coldly their hand showed and then pulled.

Twigs, pink cherry blossoms, litter the ground, with so much else there to be found
more waiting calamity, to float yet more debris down to the ground with just the slightest of a sound
the elements quietly pound, but a woodpecker you see doesn’t frown
it knows its just natures unseen Shepherd that guides the tree down.

Shepherds of gravity and wind, move the pieces akin, for the intricacies of a park keep their secrets within,
but nature acts to create and destroy akin
for space must be made to move yet more beauty in

unseen Shepherd’s flock, to remove and coral to forest floor things forgot
while guiding seeds to a fertile plot

Guiding natures beauty, that will be sought
the unseen Shepherd never gets caught


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