Goldcrest by Steeve Lane (Please Read Profile)

A Tuckingmill Bird.

My heart is astir with what
this morning
I caught aloft under a bluebell sky.
A bird who trills high, yet smaller
than small
Is it's frame, and seemed to be making reply
To my spirit which soared as
I spied crest
Of gold above darkest large eye.
The park
Which graces this valley will never best
The feathered perfection I saw,
just marking
His tiny terrain with sublime bird-talk.
That Goldcrest at Tuckingmill
crowned my walk.

Published February 26, 2010 Write a comment
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Richard Shepherd
how delightful
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ron flowers
A lovely tribute to natures beauty that surrounds us. A reminder that we should open our senses to the wonderful things God gave us. Ron
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Ben Gieske
I enjoyed this. A beautiful despcription and creation of a nice place to be.
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Alison Cassidy
What an adorable little bird (reminds of a finch without the 'roman' beak). And the poem that accompanies it is penned in pastels (bluebell sky) with some very pretty rhymes and clever enjambment. 'Smaller than small' describes your feathered miracle to perfection. A sweetheart of a poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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Karin Anderson
So lovely to see the picture of the bird you describe and how tiny he must be. You have written with such joy tonight I shall dream of at little gold bird with sweet trills...
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Leslie Alexis
wonderful fay. o how i love this.
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sonetta
what a beautiful bird! it must've been amazing to actually see it and its golden crown!
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Ernestine Northover
They somehow put everything into perpective. They are a joy to find and a sight to see. What a lovely write about such a charming sweet bird. I have a little china goldcrest and it is so lovely, it looks almost real.
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Susan Jarvis
I agree with Tom; gold-dusted words for a gold-crested bird. Wonderful! :)
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carol
bird talk would have been a wondrful walk fay
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Carl Harris
This is a charming and pleasing poem on that golden crested wren-like bird, Fay, always a pleasant sight to see and sound to hear on a fine day. Your delightful poem tells us spring is not far away! Carl.
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