Robert Melliard Poems

Birds are great!
When they migrate,
they know just where to go!
And they somehow guess
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At times we dream of loved ones lost
and gaze at them and smile
and even hug and kiss them in our sleep
but when we wake at last
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It's not about the houses you have owned
or flashy cars you've driven
or exotic destinations you have known.
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Like so many animals, cows are affectionate;
not to people, who rarely treat them well,
but to each other.
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Their wooliness is legend
and their bleat so plaintive
that I'd love to help.
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In prose the reader pans for gold;
poems are nuggets, washed and set aside.
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They come in all strengths and sizes;
in high winds only the fittest survive.

Everyone I know loses them frequently
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Most of them are small and may surprise you
with their clean sands and odd shapes,
as you stroll along a rocky, sea-bashed coast.
Few are spoilt by second homes
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They're tended by locals who know their stuff
and only saw up fallen trees or branches
and don't overhunt the boar or deer.
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