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 2023
About the Writer
Jacqueline Shirtliff
Jacqueline is a primary school teacher on the Isle of Man. She is passionate about instilling a love of poetry and reading in the children she teaches and encouraging them to be writers themselves. She lives with her husband and youngest son in a rose-covered cottage near the sea, and when she's not teaching or writing she enjoys gardening, crochet and playing the tuba and harp, but not all at the same time!
