Ian Bowen


My Land - Poem by Ian Bowen

A red stag standing
on the sheer slopes
of a monarched glen,
looks down on the farm...

A bull
in its ring-nosed shed,
dreams dreams of cows
in hoof-print fields.
A stallion kicks
the stable door, he
wants some mare, some more.
Pigs lie in multi-nippled mud,
hungering life's swill.
Ducklings float in a flottila
of fluff formation.
A cock heralds morning,
and the gander will goose
given half a chance.
Turkeys gobble gabble, their
already prepared for dinner.
Sheep on surrounding
wet-wool hills, bleat a beat;
the magical heartbeat...

of my land.


Comments about My Land by Ian Bowen

  • Ramesh T A (2/4/2010 2:20:00 PM)


    Your country side land with full of natural life enlivens the atmosphere with rich growth of fun and pageantry full of fun always to watch! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 4, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, February 8, 2010


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