Beasties and Birdies


On the brown bracken hills blown and stripped dry

lived beasties and birdies all under one sky,

they scratched and they fluffed their feathers and furs

though they knew they belonged they knew not where they were.


While below in false order lived beasts who stood straight 

who fenced themselves in behind stone-wall and gate,

they had names for their buildings their streets and their towns

they had rulers and workers and faces with frowns.


And it seemed to the beasties and also the birds

that they lived just fine without borders and words,

so they cherished the soil and they worshipped the air

and they all lived together without knowing where.


© Wolfgar 1/2018


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Wolfgar Miere

Tue 10th Apr 2018 06:59

Thanks Wood,

It was nice to see this again.


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Tue 10th Apr 2018 03:17

well done. thanks.

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Wolfgar Miere

Mon 29th Jan 2018 20:52

Thanks SS and Frances for the likes,


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Wolfgar Miere

Sun 28th Jan 2018 22:07

Thank you Martin and to Desmond and Colin for the floral likes.

The reading just came out like that, I ran it through about three times and found myself rolling up and down like spoken topography, maybe I was partially possessed.

It seems to have turned out OK.

Thanks again, much appreciated.


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Martin Elder

Sun 28th Jan 2018 17:36

To read this one thing but to hear you read it is quite another that is where it strength lies. great poem David
Well done my friend

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Wolfgar Miere

Sun 28th Jan 2018 09:31

Thanks Keith and Ray,

Very much appreciated.

All the best,


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Sat 27th Jan 2018 21:11

Perfect voice for this David, like the rolling hills and dales with that inflection you have. It is a simple enough poem but carries a weight of authority that lifts it out of the ordinary into a solemn declaration completely convincing.


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keith jeffries

Sat 27th Jan 2018 17:51

David, thank you for this. It is one of your best. Keith

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