Poem in Environment

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Poem in environment

Poem about NatureA peaceful time with nature can never be forgotten, you can never be lonely when

nature is around you. It can be felt by sights and sounds. This poem tells you what a

wonderful life this is, with nature.At The Mountainside

© Sam

fresh breeze and snowcapped peaks

sky inked with pale blue

the water at the lake is crystal clear

the green grass, cows silently chew

the little girl at the lowest hill

is seen plucking flowers

red, blue, yellow and purpleall seem to have some kind of power

the clouds are moving at snail's pace

and all seems so quite and peaceful

everything is so mesmerizing

that away from it you cannot be pulled

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Family Friend Poems Recognize the beauty of the environment in the poem

Beauty of Nature PoemAs a child I used to visit Frittenden in Kent for my summer holidays hop

picking on a farm called little wadd these are just some of my memoriesThe Countryside

© Anton Phelvin

Deep into the wood where the Bluebells grow

Next to them the wild garlic will show

An old oak creeks with a century of age

With brand new shoots and the sun they crave

A crystal clear brook where the Sticklebacks nest

Flows into a stream where the bull rushes rest

The Swifts swoop down like dive bombing planes

In a field of mown hay set in country lanes

In the distance a Wood Pigeon coos

And the rest of the birds also voice their views

Beneath this sun filled clear blue sky

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Hear the distinctive sound of a Pheasant cry

As dusk sets in with moon rising higher

far away glows a farmers pyre

Soon to come the majestic Bat

Skillfully collecting Moth and GnatThese are the delights that the countryside brings

Peaceful bliss as the Nightjar singsa)

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Family Friend Poems

LIFE’S ABOUT THE ADJECTIVES

Life’s about the adjectives,

it’s how we know the world.

Nouns, you see, are only names,

with adjectives - life is knurled.

Think about the apple,

just fruit upon the tree,

red ripe skin with tasty pulp,

better lets us see.

Providing us the texture,

of color if you will,

ADJ allows us space,

to give our lines the fill.


spice for the written line,

Verbs, you see, are motion,

and index things like time.

Think about the race car,

going around the lane,

zipping fast with lightning speed,

better feeds the brain.

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Providing us the feeling,

of nature if you will,

ADJ gives the taste,

to writings we distill.

Verbs contain the action,

and nouns have the heart,

adjectives add the flavor,

for cooks of written art.


how else could it be,that words paint the pigments,

in poems for us to see?



A Prayer in Spring

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;

And give us not to think so far away



As the uncertain harvest; keep us here

All simply in the springing of the year.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,

Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;

And make us happy in the happy bees,

The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

And make us happy in the darting bird

That suddenly above the bees is heard,

The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,

And off a blossom in mid air stands still.

For this is love and nothing else is love,

The which it is reserved for God above

To sanctify to what far ends He will,

But which it only needs that we fulfill.

Robert Frost

Desert Places

Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast

In a field I looked into going past,

And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,

But a few weeds and stubble showing last.

The woods around it have it - it is theirs.

All animals are smothered in their lairs.

I am too absent-spirited to count;

The loneliness includes me unawares.

And lonely as it is, that loneliness

Will be more lonely ere it will be less -

A blanker whiteness of benighted snow

With no expression, nothing to express.

They cannot scare me with their empty spacesBetween stars - on stars where no human race is.

I have it in me so much nearer home

To scare myself with my own desert places.

Robert Frost



Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but theyOut-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed--and gazed--but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth

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