Gales are driving waves
Against the resilient
shore,
And pounding
Them on to the rocks,
While on the edge of
the wind
There is distant
thunder sounding
Gales are driving waves
Against the resilient
shore,
And pounding
Them on to the rocks,
While on the edge of
the wind
There is distant
thunder sounding
The narwhale lived year-round
In the Arctic waters
around
Greenland, Canada, and
Russia
Along with its cousin
the Beluga
The narwhale males fished
The waters, and are
distinguished
With its long straight
helical horn
Like a predatory
arctic unicorn
In the depths of purple clouds
Soft and temperate as the night
Masks the setting of the sun
And hides the fading
of the light
The sun bursts through the curtains
As dawn brings forth another day
And bids us waken from our rest
With every golden warming ray
Up on the Moor
The birds take flight
On the glorious 12th
They leave the hill
With a bevy of Grouse
The trappings of wealth
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...