by Puffling | Apr 6, 2011 | Poems, Poems about puffins, puffin poem, Puffin Poems
In honor of April being poetry month, I thought I’d share another puffin poem…. Puffins by Graham Donnachaidh Auchmithie beach.. Puffins Within my breast a cry o’ hame my eastern shore whaur puffins launch themselves frae red sand stane cliffs into the...
by Magpie | Apr 18, 2009 | Poems, Poems about puffins, puffin poem, Puffin Poems
This abridged 1891 poem from Britain’s Punch, a satirical magazine, takes a swipe at oologists (egg collectors). The “Brum” and the Oologist Were walking hand in hand; They grinned to see so many birds On cliff, and rock, and sand. “If we could...
by Puffling | Apr 9, 2009 | Poems, Poems about puffins, Puffin Fun & Games, puffin poem, Puffin Poems, Puffin Stuff, Puffins
Before The Puffin Swam Long, long ago, before the puffin swam, neither sun nor sail bewildered those who, simple in their sleep, walked to a day of golden trees and apples in the air, and quiet tilted villages. The men flailed and the women wove and when the eyes of...
by Puffling | Apr 8, 2009 | Poems, Poems about puffins, Puffin Fun & Games, puffin poem, Puffin Poems, Puffin Stuff, Puffins
Pondering a Puffin by Brian A. Hartford What a strange product of Nature, the Puffin, is to what I refer. Large orange beaked, attached to a small head. The body isn’t much of which to speak, black plumage, and not much more. What miracle that such a design, will...
by Magpie | Apr 7, 2009 | Poems, Poems about puffins, Puffin Fun & Games, puffin poem, Puffin Poems, Puffin Stuff, Puffins
Puffin! Underwater, a premier danseur, his turns a blur, his orange feet steer through the orchestra of seaweed and tide, this sea parrot, this clown of the Atlantic, harlequin-billed with jester’s eyes; take one for your own and the dance of life takes a turn. The...
by Puffling | Apr 6, 2009 | Poems, Poems about puffins, Puffin Fun & Games, puffin poem, Puffin Poems, Puffin Stuff, Puffins
There Once Was a Puffin Oh, there once was a Puffin Just the shape of a muffin, And he lived on an island In the bright blue sea! He ate little fishes, That were most delicious, And he had them for supper And he had them for tea. But this poor little Puffin, He...
