Poetic Reflections on Nature and Wildlife
Explore the vivid imagery and themes of nature and wildlife in these classic poems. From the majestic bull moose asserting its dominance to the tranquil snowy evening woods and the quiet beauty of night and fog, each piece paints a unique picture of the natural world. Reflect on the conflicts and serenity found in these verses.
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The Bull Moose: The Conclusion When the wardens came, everyone agreed it was a shame to shoot anything so shaggy and cuddlesome. He looked like the kind of pet women put to bed with their sons. So they held their fire. But just as the sun dropped in the river the bull moose gathered his strength like a scaffolded king, straightened and lifted his horns so that even the wardens backed away as they raised their rifles. When he roared, people ran to their cars. All the young men leaned on their automobile horns as he toppled.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening: The Middle Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
Night: In the Correct Order The dark steep roofs chisel The infinity of the sky: But the white moonlight gables Resemble Still hands at prayer.
Fog: In its Entirety The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.
