Nature

The owl

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I search the forest tree by tree Whilst looking for an Owl I look and look but cannot find That clever silent fowl. Across the hoary frozen ground I walk along with craning neck I do look up and all around And quietly hiss O heck! The hoarfrost crackles under foot The trees are leafless, bare and brown In rotted hole above my head He blinks his eyes whilst looking down He flies on silent wings at night And from this hole that is his house He softly hoots and scans the ground To find his meal a trembling mouse. That clever silent flying fowl One day O yes one day I will see If I just act the trembling mouse Perhaps it will come to me. Said he the stranger that I met The owl drops pellets on the ground So if you want to find that fowl Do humbly bow your head look down Poul Thorsen 2013
I search the forest tree by tree
Whilst looking for an Owl
I look and look but cannot find
That clever silent fowl.
Across the hoary frozen ground
I walk along with craning neck
I do look up and all around
And quietly hiss O heck!
The hoarfrost crackles under foot
The trees are leafless, bare and brown
In rotted hole above my head
He blinks his eyes whilst looking down
He flies on silent wings at night
And from this hole that is his house
He softly hoots and scans the ground
To find his meal a trembling mouse.
That clever silent flying fowl
One day O yes one day I will see
If I just act the trembling mouse
Perhaps it will come to me.
Said he the stranger that I met
The owl drops pellets on the ground
So if you want to find that fowl
Do humbly bow your head look down
Poul Thorsen 2013

Water

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For eons I was locked in frozen wastes Again and again I roared in majestic falls I have gurgled in clear highland springs And carried the filth of vast cities Small crafts have I carried safely across oceans Great oak hulls have I dashed to pieces I have filled the lungs of drowning sailors And watched their bodies dissolved Flames have enraged me And I have vented my anger on shiny turbine blades I sparkled with ice in crystal glasses And mingled with silt in muddy holes, that saved the lives of man and beast I have floated as clouds in summer skies And swirled as smoke filled fog amongst gas lit tenements I have sparkled as morning dew on flowers And been the rain that smashed the fragile petal I have quenched the thirst of parched lands And in a torrent swept away all life I have been the soft snow And the sparkling frost on twigs and leaves I have shone as a mirror in still lakes And thundered against jagged rocks I have been the tears of joy And the sweat of fear I have been life from the very beginning The end comes not after me Eternally moving eternally changing Forever returning, moving and stopping I am water
For eons I was locked in frozen wastes
Again and again I roared in majestic falls
I have gurgled in clear highland springs
And carried the filth of vast cities
Small crafts have I carried safely across oceans
Great oak hulls have I dashed to pieces
I have filled the lungs of drowning sailors
And watched their bodies dissolved
Flames have enraged me
And I have vented my anger on shiny turbine blades
I sparkled with ice in crystal glasses
And mingled with silt in muddy holes, that saved the lives of man and beast
I have floated as clouds in summer skies
And swirled as smoke filled fog amongst gas lit tenements
I have sparkled as morning dew on flowers
And been the rain that smashed the fragile petal
I have quenched the thirst of parched lands
And in a torrent swept away all life
I have been the soft snow
And the sparkling frost on twigs and leaves
I have shone as a mirror in still lakes
And thundered against jagged rocks
I have been the tears of joy
And the sweat of fear
I have been life from the very beginning
The end comes not after me
Eternally moving eternally changing
Forever returning, moving and stopping I am water