Hard to feel alone
when you live near rooks -
observed as you leave the house,
walk up the lane,
take in the washing;
watched as you weed
or read
or call the kids in
from the field
behind the house.
They must know
the pattern of our days,
our noisy neighbours -
must mention to each other
that we are busy now,
bustling, hustling,
chatting by the car.
They know our hours,
know when we head home,
stream in, gather
from school and work,
from walking the beach,
they must see
the pathways we carve
in the air around us.
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This is a space for me to write, share my words and play with poetry. You are very welcome here.
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Its beautiful and inspiring ..
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You can really feel the weight of those watching rocks and we wander around them. Their stillness and your movement. This is so lovely Sarah.
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Good observation: “They must know
the pattern of our days,” They are watching us as well.
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They know indeed. 🙂 Great poem!
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Crows are very unusual birds. Very communal, and very territorial. Don’t ever piss one off, you will have the entire murder down on your case…
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I wonder if we pass for entertainment for them, or if we’re all just various threats and/or food sources. This poem had a tranquil, introspective vibe to it. I dig it. 😊
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love this so honestly sincere and dedicated…love it…bkm
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it is perfectly clear, from the first line, which poems one wants to finish reading. This is one of those poems. Lovely, original, prompting us to be as curious about it as its subjects are about you! Well done.
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Reblogged this on lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown and commented:
I love this poem and want to share it with you.
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Sarah, I reblogged your post, but it printed the entire poem on my site, whereas I always prefer that they go to your site to finish reading the poem so you get the views as well. I think you can set how many lines will be reblogged before they need to go to your site to finish reading. Do you know how to do this, or do you not care? Lovely poem.
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Perhaps I will try putting a photo with it and that will shift them to your site to read the rest of the poem.. I’ll try that.
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Thank you for the reblog, Judy, so kind of you. And thank you for your generosity in trying to send people my way! It’s just nice to be read, don’t worry too much about it. x
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Just occurred to me that you did a screen shot or photo of the poem..right? So there was no way to separate it. I tried including an illustration, but then it erased your poem. At any rate, I did like your poem very much, obviously.
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I did it on the “verse” block 8n the new WordPress editor. I don’t think I’ll habitually use it. The font isn’t particularly attractive!
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Absolutely splendid. I just love everything about it.
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Love this… it feels a little bit like rocks being mirrors, but knowing never telling.
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I really like this, Sarah. The rooks are fascinating–I suspect we’re less so to them. But they do watch. I’ve read that crows recognize people, and they regard some as friendly and some as not.
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We do not have crows near us (NZ, East Coast) though they may be around in parts of NZ. Not sure. However they fascinate me when I visit my daughters in Australia. I loved this poem.
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