Riverside teasels,
brown, dry, rooted on chalk ridge
where skylarks swoop low.
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Author: Sarah Potter Writes
Sarah is a British eccentric who writes offbeat fiction, haiku and tanka poetry. When stuck for words, she sketches or paints instead. She's into nature conservation, sustainability, gardening, dogs, natural health, and reading. Her sociability is something that happens in short bursts with long breathing spaces in between.
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‘Teasel’ is a plant that just compels one to write a poem about it! I love the last line.
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Quite! The word ‘teasel’ is such fun, just as the sight of teasels always makes me smile 🙂 Skylarks are so cute. They make me smile, too.
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Teasels and skylarks ~ a wonderful combination!
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It was a wonderful combination. The skylarks were very busy, tuneful, and happy, darting everywhere!
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Teasels are some of my favourites – we have a whole field of them nearby and they look beautiful.
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Oh, how wonderful. I would love to see a whole field of them. The birds must be very happy 🙂
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