Windy Gap
We down our tools ‘cross the fields we trip
To the famous landmark at Landslip
On patterned earth our boots we tread
By a wooded path we are softly led
Cajoled by outstretched limbs of Spruce
The vapour rain red cheeks induce
We climb for miles our breath comes quick
Amongst the golden leaves and twigs
Past the cottage with plume of smoke
Past the cascade clad in oak
Chattering from the Corrawong thief
At last the summit of The Leith
Pinewood Royal
1 - " The pied currawong (Strepera graculina) is a medium-sized black passerine bird native to eastern Australia and Lord Howe Island" " Currawongs will hunt in trees, snatching birds and eggs from nests, as well as insects and berries from trees"
Such a nice poem, Guypaul. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
2 - I like the sound of the poem, but there are too many questions in my mind to REALLY ENJOY it as i'd like. " Leith is a port to the north of the city of Edinburgh, Scotland" Thanks for the Poet's Notes, but...are Corrawong bids found in Scotland? ? I think cajoling tree limbs is a bit doubtful; bri :)