Against the sky of palest blue
The poplar trees stood straight and tall,
And towered above the rooftops
Casting shadows down beneath.
A cooling breeze caressed their twigs
Which soon would wear a cloak of green,
For summer days were drawing near
That urged the sap to rise.
Within the crowns that lay so bare
A group of crows did try to gain,
The highest point of status
As they squabbled and they fought.
Their raucous calls and flapping wings
Disturbed the silence of the morn,
Until they found their rightful place
And arguments ageed.
Against the sky of palest blue
Their sillhouettes as black as night,
So still they perched amongst the boughs
Upon the poplar trees.
Excellent imagery portrayed by your words.Thoroughly enjoyed, , ,10
I can picture these birds in those poplar trees, it takes me back to my childhood living in the country where crows were rife. Enjoyable read this non-rhyming poem. Love the flow even without the rhymes. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
An extraordinary poem painting. I love crows. They are so brave and rescourceful. Your last stanza lingers in the mind. Warmest regards, Sandra
Andrew, nature's realm is always in your heart and soul and once again your work is stunning. I love your use of color and the last stanza is so vivid. 10 from me
Birds and tress sing a perfect duet. Graceful poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The proud poplar, standing tall, you have described these trees and the crows so well, an outstanding write Andy, as always, 10 Lynda xx