Buzzards
In lazy circles, hill-top high,
with periodic, plaintive cry,
two buzzards, silhouetted, fly
against a hazy, azure sky.
Free to go just where they please,
they glide and soar with expertise.
Each hovers, hanging on the breeze,
then spirals down amongst the trees.
with periodic, plaintive cry,
two buzzards, silhouetted, fly
against a hazy, azure sky.
Free to go just where they please,
they glide and soar with expertise.
Each hovers, hanging on the breeze,
then spirals down amongst the trees.
This poem is copyright (©) Jacqueline Shirtliff 2024
About the Writer
Jacqueline Shirtliff
Jacqueline is a poet and primary school teacher on the Isle of Man. One of her favourite things is helping children to love poetry and reading and encouraging them to be writers themselves. She lives in a rose-covered cottage near the sea and enjoys gardening, crochet, and playing the tuba and harp, but not all at the same time! You can read some of her other poems in The Caterpillar, Tyger Tyger, Northern Gravy, The Toy, and Little Thoughts Press.
