Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford,
the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand
with their backs to the mainland
in solemn, uneven lines along the cliff's brown grass-frayed edge,
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'Sometimes, frightened by aeroplanes, they stampede and fall over into the sea or onto the rocks' - A vivd picture of the flocks of sheep in dire fear. 'The silken water is weaving and weaving, disappearing under the mist equally in all directions' - Loved this beautiful imagery. Glad to see this poem selected as the 'Classic Poem of the Day'!
Things seen around Cape Breton! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The birds keep on singing, a calf bawls, the bus starts. The thin mist follows the white mutations of its dream; an ancient chill is rippling the dark brooks. a very fine poem. thank you. to ny
A well descriptive one with aloquence and pictorial expression
It stops, and a man carrying a bay gets off, climbs over a stile, and goes down through a small steep meadow, which establishes its poverty in a snowfall of daisies, to his invisible house beside the water.
full of beautiful descriptive poem; as if I am on that landscape.......